I?
Can anyone tell me
Who I’m supposed to be
Can anyone hear
This silent prayer
Can you clear my mind
Of what I have to leave behind
I don’t want to keep
What won’t remain after
My last sleep
The more I think of it
I just can’t stop it
It grows on me
Like an empty sea
And yes it grew
And before I knew
It stripped me – I couldn’t help –
It stripped me of myself.
written January 14 6:18 PM onto the screen.
One Life 
cool space dude!!!!!!!!!
LikeLike
Whatever you write,always gets me thinking…and it also fills me with an emptiness that I can\’t explain.
LikeLike
I\’d like to share a few poems of mine with ya…I feel if not anyone the poet who wrote this would definitely understand them!
LikeLike
“One who is unattached to the fruits of his work and who works as he is obligated is in the renounced order of life, and he is the true mystic, not he who lights no fire and performs no work.”
LikeLike
such a deep thought!! nice blog! keep it up!
LikeLike