the question. poem
Looking out at this great mystery, Known as life bigger than any ocean. With an ever clashing history. Full of creatures of every sort.
Sometimes I just want to take a plunge. To go and do the irrational, just to see how it all will work. Maybe I could just drift out on the surface. Relaxed as the current takes me.
Maybe I could swim into the current and change what all ready be done. Maybe I could start over new. To fix all my imperfectionis. Maybe just maybe I might be able to keep her just for an extra day.
Maybe I can reach the bottom of this thing known as life. I feel as if I don't know anything about me. Maybe I can figure out in the meaning of my life. Why the question I want answer. The question in my mind. I don't care about my limits. It worth everything I got for a chance.
Hold my breath, walk in soaking my cloths. The sun is setting leaving the sky orange. Then as if I lost control I'm swimming down and down. Depper and depper. My head starts to build with pressure. My mucles ache. My lungs I hurt. I can't stop even if it means I die. Deeper and deeper my lungs feel like there being shredded. A gulp of salty water enter through my mouth. Choking I keep going till my body feels num I can't move anything. Then it all turns gray.
I wonder how I will die. Maybe a great tide will come and drown me. Or snuffed out by an animal. Maybe I will take my own life. I wonder when and how. On this great ocean of life.
That was the answer. That there was never any thing to fear. But to take on. The power and love to stand for your own. To hit the never moving wall with an unstoppable force. To shatter the berries between everything. For nonsense to meet sense. To mix and create the foundation. The cement of life.