A poem from the heart as the brain tries to rationalize the ups and downs of life.
Without care and fearless
I stride into emptiness
World neither black nor white
There is no wrong, is there no right?
Eyes open, mind awake
The future lies there for me to fake
Struggling to understand
If only there were a gun in my hand
Why do I continue,
Is there more to me that flesh, bone and sinew?
Childless, loveless, hopeless
No future no past, doomed: ever in darkness
There’s no rhyme, no reason
Perhaps the time has come, for finishing the season.
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