who are we and why are we here?
I mean really what are we here for
to be recognized for something we've achieved along the way
or something we strived for,
something we half completed or something we wanted to do
I don't know if it's mid life or my zodiac
but I question all of that.
Is it all something someone will say at our funerals
or a reputatation for one thing or another?
something we've left behind
All I know is that it seems I am trying harder now
to identify myself than ever before.
Not the many outlets through the free time I have
but one thing, just one explanation
will it ever come
and who will I be?
Will it be the things I tried to hide
Will it be something that's died
will it be the fact that I never figured out
or just the stuff I left out
Will it be something I've forgotten
or will it be something rotten
Will it be all the weight that I've gained
will it be a song that I wrote
will it be a bag that I held
or a story that I've told
A friend I never met
a debt I never paid
or a girl I never
got to know
all I know is I'm uncertain
why I'm alive
and what I'm to do
it's a shame
I have not a clue.
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I've thought about this. It seems to me that if you can affect this world in a positive way, as oppose to a negative way, by the time you move on,or after, then you've done what we are suppose to do with our time here. Other than that,experience as much of this great world as you can. Then write about it for those of us who,from time to time, wish to live vicariously through you.peace jd
Bukowski's tombstone reads, "Don't Try"
Not bad advice.
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