the goofy mind strikes again, questions questions everywhere, does anyone really care?
stepping into the center of attention, it’s all about us,
we control the illusions,
we integrate the conclusions,
we see ourselves in the being,
the now,
the forever we’re making!
when did we become a virtue of existence?
how did we evolve from the quest of persistence?
perhaps we are but a fragment of the future, or
do we exist within times gone by?
where do we search for answers,
where do we find our worth,
do we have a worth, on this earth?
can we transcend the wonders of life,
foreboding the dignity of need?
what exactly constitutes our needs?
possibly, our answers await in tomorrow’s dreams,
shall we go there and find what we need,
to succeed!!
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Moe Radosevich
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