Tracking Life
Is there a purpose to this world,
Forged by a man and led by his soul,
Something pure to make us whole,
Guided by heart and reasons beyond?
Or is this all just a god's game,
In his garden are we cornered to play,
Too narrow minded to be self-aware
To the extent of finding our own way?
Years wondering we may spend
Hoping to find that one way
We'd feel right following to the grave
Unregretful and peaceful on our final day.
A treacherous quest, mildly to say
As what we find may cause us dismay
Since not all paths seem light in advance
Some require our sincere faith.
Copyright © Davor Miljkovic | Year Posted 2016
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