beginning to appreciate and find meaning in life
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“Everything means Nothing, and Nothing means Everything
Let us take a look, my dear old chummy chum
I stared at the face of our primordial ancestors with my own eye”
What am I if I think of this?
What is this thought of mine?
What was the seed that from this grew
This budding vine of life?
Whose great hand that from we grew?
Whose great lips that give us breath?
Why so sad?
They ask as I walk by.
Confusion spread across their face.
I can see it in their eyes.
They are judging me,
And they don't even know me.
I hear what they say,
Atten seeker.
“Write about anything,” they said
“Write about anything in your life….”
Write about how Christmas has just passed,
