sometimes i wonder,
in this life of nothingness;
what is a meaning?
there are summers and,
winters autumns too, but
no springs evermore.
so there has to be,
though we may not understand,
reason for living.
give meaning to life,
and wonder in one's own thoughts
behind a closed door.
- if issa were an existentialist.
Tuesday, 13 April 2010
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