Existence
Were the stars sailing
Or the clouds drifting
Or was my mind sifting
All that I was ailing?
Are the people bustling
In the city
In the sunshine oh so pretty
Yet in the evening hustling?
Is my job worthwhile
Filling pockets
And greedy eye sockets
With a thank you and a smile?
Was the Moon waxing or waning
As I turned over coins
With a lust in my loins
To a satellite blind to my straining?
As I take then so I give.
Do I give more than I take
And for whose sake
Do I breathe and live?
Am I real
To others and to me
Do I feel, do I see`
Can I stand proud or should I kneel?
Does she care
As I give her my mind
For her to find
Deep love that slumbers there?
Were the stars sailing
Or the clouds drifting
Or was my mind sifting
All that I was ailing?
This message has been edited by WondersmithWest from IP address 68.144.28.13 on Feb 18, 2005 7:37 PM
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