Out of here,
is there a place where we lose
our jealousy, frivolity, anger?
There, do we sing all day,
drift contentedly along with the clouds,
or sit in a dark, mundane corner of a utopia,
bored?
Is there a creator, a God, out there,
reading this,
understanding my confusion,
wishing to help, but unable or unwilling
to intervene?
Who am I, sitting here, pondering?
A plaything of fate,
or a human with a future she can control?
Please tell me what you think
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I like this a lot, cause it brings out some rather interesting questions and thoughts
Great work as usual Sara
(Now, really, we haven't talked for ages... what's up? Talk to me girl! )
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