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 |
