To Gordon… forever.
Mystery: /ˈmɪst(ə)ri/. A religious truth known by revelation alone. (Merriam Webster dictionary)
Here I stand,
Between the two eternities,
Of past and future tense
In a spec of time
Sublime.
What to do with this life of mine?
Like an hourglass;
I wonder how much sand is left?
Bereft.
I breathe my soul away
To the afterlife
Wherein my deeds await
Their fate
I fear a bitter harvest
So I stay awake at night
Planting seeds of every kind
Am I behind?
What is the purpose of our lives?
Think.
Is it to gather all the toys?
And he who has the most ones wins?
Or is it to build a house of cards,
Then see it scattered by the winds?
Whims.
So here I stand,
Wondering,
Pondering,
Questioning,
Looking to my origins
In search of my destination
Who am I?
What am I?
And who is it that I shall be?
Mystery…
I think we know who we are and where we are going to but for some reason we ignoor the facts of life
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