The Never Ending Question
Pondering these things, as I lie in bed;
No rest tonight, no peace ahead.
For me, these things are always there,
There essence lingers in the air;
My mind and body begin to ache,
My hands and legs begin to shake.
Until I come to this realization,
The never ending question,
Is different for each and every person.
Copyright © R.C. Lewis | Year Posted 2014
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