“Ultimately, man should not ask what the meaning of his life is, but rather must recognize that it is he who is asked. In a word, each man is questioned by life; and he can only answer to life by answering for his own life; to life he can only respond by being responsible.”
~ Viktor Frankl
For reasons not yet
known, this world we call
home has been divided and subdivided
into portions...
The 'upper crust' with all
its money, power and fame:
none of which has to sully their
hands to do something worthwhile
that can't be easily bribed
'Filling' holds those together
like values treasured and yet the
hardship has crept in the recesses of
the mind; just watch the light flicker
on and off again to the pockets that
don't belong
Finally the bottom has nothing
at all -silence became heard but
just feel on deaf ears...
All at once with my brush,
I take the time out to really
wonder what is the meaning of a
true society...despite the oncoming
traffic
Night has now fallen for wench
I've come to grips--emotionally, the
observation has taken its horrid toll
as quiet tears tread down from thy eyes onto
the still unwritten paper lying crushed
in my lap
Author notes
Written December 4th, 2005
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