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Still Asking

Did I walk that distance for nothing? 
Did I ask that question to no avail? 
Am I wanting to go to heaven when I die? 
Or would I wind up otherwise in hell? 
My questions are never really answered 
I only get responses rather pro or con 
I suppose it’s like howling at the moon 
Or asking something serious from a true blonde 
I walk this earth in search of those answers 
I lie awake at night and ponder as well 
Perhaps I am living out a fantasy 
Incorporated by some evil spell 
I know that right is right in all occasions 
And left is always somewhere out of sync 
That why I stay on board and ask these questions 
Instead of lying in the sewer that stinks
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Karry Avatar
March 13, 2014 at 7:58 PM
To lie in the sewer would be giving up for sure. We must always move forward, never ever retreating to what could have been but what is to be. Thanks for the comment Rob, it is appreciated.
Carter Avatar
March 12, 2014 at 3:40 PM
Yeh, get that. Nicely put, sums up how I feel. Ask the questions, ponder but get on with it regardless rather than self pity and lying in the sewer. Rob
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