Wednesday, December 06, 2006 11:47 AM
To know no one of yourself, the womb that created you.
Not to understand it's purpose, or any pleasurable emotion.
But know the one thing - knowledge of your existence, Why?
I look further around me, un-blinded by ones who are fortunate.
I once knew a life with love, compassion - family...
Has it come to past? Have I opened my eyes too far?
Am I just "make-believe"?
It's an ever-continuing struggle.
These mental thoughts that shred most men apart.
I look ahead and see great empires of Life's meaning.
It keeps me awake in the morning.
But our friend, our enemy at times, the Past.
Have I opened my eyes too far?
Reality catches you by the ankles, scares the hell out of you most times.
You move on, stuffing pain's best friend in a steel box.
You worship the future, hoping a better life there.
Then you realize, I'm alone...
- Now, Am I just make-believe?
- A Ray Linder Poem