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Unseen
Why am I here?
I've asked this question a million times
But as before the answer eludes
This restless mind ...
Am I here for a reason?
I drift in life like a fallen leaf
Who waveringly flows with the cruel stream,
It's crushed, the emerald beauty there was
Has long been turned to a faded grey.
Why do I breathe?
It's such an amazing feat
To be able to inhale air into my lungs
And expelling it again
It's like taking a part of the immense universe
In this insignificant body
Only to release it once more
Like we are unworthy of its magnificence.
But that's what make us exist ...
Why do I dream?
This life of restlessness seeks something
And with dreams that fade
I'll surely die unseen.
Can anyone see me?
I am right here ... I think.
I can truly say that in this great vastness of what is "Unseen", you profoundly stand out. I too have often wondered about my own significance or as you put it, "insignificance". The mere fact that we are, and can pen such profoundly thoughtprovoking writings give us an air of meaning, however miniscule it is.
I enjoyed reading this a great deal.
Keep writing, Lil' Sis . . .
N8 (nate)