Monday, September 29, 2014
I feel like a tree that is slowly losing it's leaves
and wondering if there will ever be another Spring.
A rebirth, a renewal.
We have all the questions and all the answers.
Sorting them into truth and lies is our task.
I need to feel that the struggles of life have a purpose,
beyond the span of our puny lifetime.
One day Love and light will be all there is.
Or complete oblivion will be our reward.
Getting off the wheel of life.
Who is to say what is real anymore?
You can only follow what your heart and your gut tells you.
It may still end in nothing, but
at least we tried.
© Sept. 15, 2014 Philip G. DeLoach
Posted by Philip DeLoach at 10:32 PM