What am I doing here ?
As the realisations begin,
Nearly always I hold on to doubt,
About what I am doing here.
The seasons roll on bye,
Ever seeking, always bringing clues,
So why am I no clearer now ?
One might say I’m searching,
And of course it holds a truth,
Yet if so, when will come discovery ?
I’m not about to despair,
Or say I’ve not enjoyed the ride,
I only wish a new comprehension.
And when the journey’s over,
Will I know the wisdom I seek ?
Or will time have fled as well ?
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