random musing: 03.09.08

 

i can't help but think about life and death

and thus life as it is whenever i hear about death

so close but;

the stories the songs

the life they led,

the troubles the travels

the people they've met.

 

i can't help but think of this

as my own life plods on;

and each problem seems smaller

and my God;

but yet... a nagging, a whisper,

a small troubadour,

winds itself up in my mind;

to know my life's mission

and to work on without condition...

 

im not sure i feel joy or feel fear.