Confusion
Why are we here? Why do we live? Life is
Nothing more than a mixture of hopeless
Wandering, empty desire. I can guess
Many solutions, but only one 'tis
Right. Who am I to know? My thoughts drift to
Death and love with no distinguishable
Difference. In the end it's all quite dull.
I'm left all alone, nothing to do
But anxiously await Death's black shadow;
Heaven, Hell, Nirvana, whatever awaits;
I'm now ready to pass the Reaper's gates
And go to somewhere over the rainbow
Where I'll have my final rest eternal
Into the blackness where all is peaceful.
©1997 Jason R. Cunningham
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