the path of life
you meet these people
on the path of life
as lovers, as friends, as family
as something entirely different
sometimes they stay,
sometimes they go,
but always
bringing different feelings
that last forever
weaved in our memories
held close in our hearts
i still wonder
does that make me a believer?
perhaps coincidence
fate, or sheer blind luck
long remaining questions
left locked up
hidden in our minds
craving answers
that we are too afraid to ask
This poem is about:
Me
Our world