Why am I here?
Life so beautiful
And so fleeting
Like the leaves
On the trees
Blowing in the breeze;
Do they know
They are so gorgeous,
As they wave at me
Upon the summer wind?
When did it all begin?
Or does it have a beginning?
Where will it end?
Or is it endless?
Will I ever know?
Or, Is this
My only part
In the show?
Life is baffling
And amazing,
Tantalizing
And frightening.
Getting on with work now,
Back to the mundane
And yet
Always changing,
Not what I was taught
But rather,
What I’ve learned
Through experience;
Temporary appearance
And disappearance.
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