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| I sit here thinking I understand What I realize is that I am more lost than ever Lost in life, in meaning, in understanding... I ask myself: why? I wonder what it means to understand The feeling of being understood by others so alien I ask myself if that is truly what it means to be alive I fail to answer. Life in all it's complexity holds many secrets My only wish is to understand some small part of me That wisdom and knowledge is the greatest gift in the world I begin to understand. Each day that I wake, I lay in wonder What will this day bring that was not in the other? Will I be gifted with the sight to see what it may be? Still I lay in wonder. The future even more uncertain Should I be afraid, or should I be happy? Happy that another day has been gifted to me, Or afraid that I may be living one more day lost in shadows? Tomorrow never comes... |
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| This poem is reproduced here with the gracious permission of my good friend Jeremy Thomas McLean, he retains full copyright of his work. |
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