Saturday, December 12, 2009


It is a mystery to me ,
It's purpose not known .
It unleashes a swirl of questions in me .
What is life ? Why was I born ?
Is it real or is it the clever trickey of a magician ?
Or is my life a dream or an illusion ?
Perhaps I am a character ,
Created by a writer .
Springing into life when I am awake, when the book is being read ,
Sleeping when it's closed . Life is a book it's oft said .
Perhaps life is a sea where all living beings are water ,
Pushing each other, guiding each other .
But whatever life may be
the only permanency is change , I see .
All through life tides change their course ,
Sometimes we guide it's direction , or we go along with the force .
After death are we forever gone ?
Maybe we still exist , seen and heard by none .
Many do answers seek .
I hope these answers will seek me .

1 comment:

  1. that's really good, i think everyone feels like that. i believe in God so that fufill's that feeling, but i doubt. and that poem is exactly what i feel like when i doubt.
    Good job