Where does this world go, and how does this life lead
Us predictable people in this beautiful world?
And how does this life show, the golden light streets
That brings us all to the same thing? A question.
A question of answers in some book collection,
To guide us through all, of answers and questions,
Is a world of life, that we dwell upon now,
To show we don't know where to go, but capable of knowing how.
Is what we feel all depending, on a mysterious celestial serenity?
Or is what we feel just is, and we create our own mystery?
The point of life lies within one, and ones mind lies within life.
And living is never done, never ends, and never dies. |
Submission Name: All is All
