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who am I? why am I here? what is my purpose? where am I going? is this a riddle? she asks him. but he is silent. she stares, he stares. who dares to speak first? finally, she gives up. shoulders slump, eyes lowered, i don't know. who are you? he asks, eyes wild. her lips tremble words catch in her throat. she looks away. who are you! he shouts. she stands, strong, defiant I don't know who I am! hah! she laughs crazily. she sobers, eyes clear God knows who I am God knows who you are so ask Him, she says ask Him |
ah, yes good question. Perhaps the answer is useless. Who am I? yes I think it is. Though God surely knows. If there is a point to the answer it is certainly the journey of finding out for ourselves, not the asnwer itself. Then again. perhaps the answer is the journey and what we each take away from it. Who am I, well yes God knows. But does it matter. I am who I am. Well looky here kid. You got me thinking. And what more of a compliment do you need than that. Hopefully none. Way to make me think. Thats my story and I am sticking to it. | Posted on 2006-07-08 00:00:00 | by leftof_red | [ Reply to This ] | the subject of this reminds me of one of saul williams pieces the new wine; although this approach seems far less existential. I enjoyed you're usage of sublte rhyme; internal and imperfect. so although the matter of fact layout doesn't do anything for me the rhyme propels this piece like an olympic swimmer. | peace | Posted on 2006-07-08 00:00:00 | by shaman | [ Reply to This ] | |