Another Day

Another day

Over

Gone

Past

Lost in time

Lost in space

Floating, without meaning

Without purpose

Without reason

To live

To exist

To survive

To be

To be what?

To be alive

To be pleasured?

To be… there

To be happy?

To be dead.

What then?

Let it pass

Another time

Another place

Another day.

Posted by Rob on April 30th, 2007 | Filed in Poetry2 |

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