Contemplations

 

Tonight I ponder

Where it's all at.

Where is the reason

To one's existence?

 

On a planet that is

Billions of years old

Why should I exist

Only a minute fraction of that time?

 

And does my planet exist

Only a fraction of eternity?

Just saying that implies

Eternity has bounds.

 

Why should I possess a brain

I use only a fraction of its capacity?

And can its capacity

Actually be endless?

 

Why is genius in Chopin

And not in me?

 

My hope in death

Is to know the answers

To these questions.

 

My fear in death

Is to realize that my life

Wasn't lived to its fullest.

 

 

B. Benjamin                                                                                                         

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