by madtat29Farmington, New Mexico, USA
Feb 2014 371 Views 17 comments
musings
In my attempts to master my actions,
I get attatched to passions,
Interactions I know will only blacken my soul,
While the world seems whole,
I search for my slice,
Trying to surmise the meaning of life,
In my mind I'm growing short on time,
I must find rest on this endless quest of mine,
Yes find rest...or lay down die and accept death...
I get attatched to passions,
Interactions I know will only blacken my soul,
While the world seems whole,
I search for my slice,
Trying to surmise the meaning of life,
In my mind I'm growing short on time,
I must find rest on this endless quest of mine,
Yes find rest...or lay down die and accept death...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Feb 2014
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Rob
While the world seems whole,
I search for my slice,
"While the world seems whole,
I search for my slice,
Trying to surmise the meaning of life,
In my mind I'm growing short on time,"
In my mind I'm growing short on time,
I must find rest on this endless quest of mine"