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Tuesday, March 1, 2005


Another poem, untitled, what do u think?
another part of life
but people ignore
the birght light
at the end of the tunnel.
i ask why every day
while i walk down the hall,
or onto a bus.
do you know why?
the answer is lost in me,
as much as it is lost in you.
but then if it is lost,
why do we go searching?
we search for the question,
as old as time it self.
Why?

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