Maybe we weren't created,
by the same God.
Maybe there aren't remonstrances,
for the unequal casting,
of the so-called play,
that we call life.
Maybe the creator, in his swings,
was being sadistic.
He wanted a potpourri,
but I do not want a dried flower.
I may have to live in the garden,
but I leave alone nonetheless.Burdenless.
Take that away from me,you can't.
He can't.
She can't.
It can't.
by the same God.
Maybe there aren't remonstrances,
for the unequal casting,
of the so-called play,
that we call life.
Maybe the creator, in his swings,
was being sadistic.
He wanted a potpourri,
but I do not want a dried flower.
I may have to live in the garden,
but I leave alone nonetheless.Burdenless.
Take that away from me,you can't.
He can't.
She can't.
It can't.
3 comments:
I like the title. It's cute.
By the way, what are you attempting in that profile picture on the right?
Thank you.:-) I know. :-) Hoola Hooping. :-)
Abstract,this one! A lil vague too..but nonetheless interesting...I like the last few lines no one can take that from me....
there is this conflict I see..b/w meaninglessness and finding meaning...to live..temme wht u think?:)
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