The way I see
Life is full of dead ends
What is our purpose? We don't know
We live on, making life better, making amends.
I try to stretch
These dead ends longer,
Try to make a life with meaning
But I'm never closer to the goal, neither am I a day younger.
Time ticks by
The dead end comes closer;
I try to be ready,
Try not to lose my composure;
I look on
At the people around me
Some do not realise when they hit rock bottom,
The dead end in front of their face they fail to see.
I am surrounded
By innumerable roads all leading to dead ends,
I guess in the end no one will be there
To save me- no family, no friends.
So I go on living
This life without purpose, without meaning
In this universe of infinite space, all dead ends.
| well this is a bleak outlook for someone who is only 18! but i understand ya, i feel the exact same way sometimes.|
|| Posted on 2006-12-17 00:00:00 | by whirl | [ Reply to This ] || Hmm...Random musing? Perhaps life really does not have THE Meaning we are all looking to place into it... It does seem quite purposeless somedays...Sometimes it does seem like you find something ...only to be left trapt in the basement grasping at straws.||| Posted on 2006-12-17 00:00:00 | by isis_lenore | [ Reply to This ] || Ok, before evertbody will start ro thonk I cant spell, im truimg tp type witjpit looking at my keyboied.|
This is one of my random avtions, whicj doesnr mean yout poem is too, saaber. Sorry if I gave you that impression. [wow that line was wothouit typod![ When I jave a sexond look at it, you quite got a point/ reminds me of a tree actually. If life is a tree, you ger borm at the borrom, wjere everuthomg id still firm. when tou get older, like.. in the teen years, the first branches come, and you kinf od have to choose between them, but all have different ends,which will end with a very small, twig.(im improvinf!_ these are the dead ends. anyway.. my favourite parts are when tou say tou want to stretch them out, rryinh to libe your life.. and, like i alreasu told you, tje paty where you are syrrounded bu dead ends, innummeral roads.
Its sad tho that you say that ih the end there will be no one to sabe you.
and i fon';t think this is reallu a poem, more a pieve od prose, but that doesn;t really matter for the content.
you should write more regularlu!
|| Posted on 2006-12-17 00:00:00 | by Darth Zeus | [ Reply to This ] |