Life, what is its meaning? To conquer, to cure, to kill? How many have spent their lives Pondering this question? And how many have not even stopped To consider this gift of life? I sit here under the cloudy sky Looking for stars only I can see Hundreds of answers Only one solution Thinking of this paradox called creation Wondering why we are here Wishing I had the answer Galaxies from us, another sits Asking the same question And so, this mystery called creation Will stay unanswered Maybe, for all Eternity
Ma Sai The Caged Tiger · Sat Apr 16, 2005 @ 06:13pm · 1 Comments |