How many times shall we consider our luck?
How soon can we say we have it all?
When will come to know the true meaning of happiness?
Perhaps never, or not at all
Is it so
impossible that we have to quiver and crawl?
Underneath
sheets of unending concern?
For the
least and the small…for the grand?
For the
unusual that we could not understand?
What
do we need to survive this fate of a tainted fortune?
How
far shall we run to yet discover the truth?
Of
a happiness that asks for a price unknown?
Where
shall we go from here, where shall we hide?
Tall tales of
unspeakable horrors that haunt
Freeze our soul with
cold and unforgiving thoughts
Left alone to think what
has happened
Pacifying the
underhanded link through the heart
Sleepless
nights, inconsolable emotions
Endless
pensiveness, alone, and mystified
At the end
of the day that implies
Our lives
will never end until justified
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