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Life's Search

We sometimes search for destiny finding our faith looking for entities What we make ,is sometimes what we see yet looks can be deceiving and soon we end up grieving. The self pity and the hate are the things that soon emerge even though thats not what we deserve. "Life is funny," I've often heard crying all alone, shouting in a rain of emotion. I'll leave without saying a word. Go yonder and ponder, and then decide before giving in to restless feelings. We walk alone, we sing to the wind, we then rethink and try again. "Woe is me'" is a feeling that is not cross my lips within a whisper We'll rejoice out load and wait until the wind is a bit crisper. Patience, love and understanding is something that I must choose for now. For the day is gone,and for so long, this is something that I will soon figure out how.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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