On this journey called life, what do I seek?
What does my heart desire most of all?
The quest is exhausting, my soul grows weak,
No more failure, my perseverence will fall.
Struggling for joy in existence so vast,
What is the point of this life?
Burdoning injustices plague my past,
I was born. I've lived. Let me die.
| A very short one, but with a lot of content. I guess we all go through existencial crisis but, the most important thing is to learn from them and move on! Return to what makes you happy for sure, don't think about the bumps you've found. Good write!||| Posted on 2007-12-30 00:00:00 | by rachel gless | [ Reply to This ] |