Marchioness Of Mock Turtles Poet I do not know?

Forwards

Man is not an island
Man is a drop of rain
We must land where we fall
We have no choice, no say
You cannot stop it
You cannot choose
Until you find your place
Until you find your path

Man is not an island
Man is a river
Swept along through a world of questions
Swept along to the final answer
You can only carve your path
You can only feel your way
We cannot slow
We cannot cease

Man is not an island
Man is the sea
I am surrounded, and lost
I cannot touch, but I can see
We can feel, we can know
We are changing, we are growing
You must learn
You must search

Man is not an island
Man is a wave
You are trapped in your course
You have set your path
Never moving backwards
Never looking forwards
Changing what you touch
Changing what you see
Changing
             Changing
                          Changing

Man is not an island
Man is a drop of rain
We have done what we can
We have made our choices
I cannot turn back
I cannot stop
You are ending
You are falling
Falling
         Falling
                  Falling

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Bernadette Ignaciuk January 9, 2010 at 10:38 AM So true. We must take our course in life and let it guide us in our journies in life.