The Quest
How strange this world can be,
Full of its own mysteries
And secrets,
I have gotten all I wanted
And all I thought of,
But I am not happy.
I may have always been
At the receiving end of life,
But………
I seem to be
At the other side of midnight,
The other side of me,
I drink all day long
To drown my sorrows,
But it seems sorrows know how to swim.
As I now cry out,
Not knowing where I am
And what to do,
Seeing the grandchildren
Of the choices I have made
And the errors I did in the past.
Mourning and wishing
To turn back the hands of time,
To feel a self of mine,
Ooh!
So sweet is life gain from evil,
So sad is its end.
After all,
Is life not an elusion?
And death a reality?
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