Amongst the countless grains of sand
I sit and gather some in hand
A moonless sky is up tonight
As stars glitter with all their might
The grains of sands I dare compare
To the stars above to which I stare
The mind assumes it comprehends
Although it only makes amend
Am I a figment or just a dream
Or maybe just a being supreme
Do I exist and does it matter?
As time passes and things get darker
And what is time and how do we measure
A second, a minute or something bigger
Can we equate our life to be,
Something as simple as energy
I have no answers to all there is
Nor do I wish to even perceive
But what I am, I must accept ...
and treat it with, "Ultimate respect"
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elisabeth dubois
A very creative person with a passion for new adventures; expressing herself in 3 fields of creativity, art, photography and writing.
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