life is ironic because you can not tell when you will
die. each day we arise from our sleep to wounder how
the day will go. As we go to work to make the money
that pays the bills and also the money that put the
food on our tables we wounder, what will our children
teach their children. Have i taught my child the right
way to live. Do I love myself or do I hate myself. Is
life real or am I dreaming because when I do dream I
can't wake-up at times, because the dream I dream
feels real. I wounder! Who am I, am I dead already or
am I alive. Life is ironic. Can't tell the day from
today don't know a way out stuck in the center where
there is no light spirits float pass me in every
direction I am i mind or my mind is me. but yet if my
mind is me then where is my eyes so i can see if i can
not taste hear nor see then I must wounder!
Quintin
< Rhyms of Truth>
1/27/05
Do We Wounder
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