Worlds away I drift,
lost in thought like fog.
What is the meaning
of our existence?
Do we merely walk
a predetermined path
towards an ending
already forseen?
It fells so...
out of

my control
The world is laughing.
The very soil chuckles
at my uncertainty
"You shall return."
It whispers...
I will...
there
is
no
other
alternative

04/15/2003

Posted on 04/21/2003
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