Devoid

Tuesday, April 22, 2003:

I stand underneath the dark glaring sun
Squinting through its rays
I ponder the meaning of life, and the remainder of my days
What are we really doing here in the place
And if it is not by chance, why will our creator not descend from grace
To join the thobbing ranks of the deluded many
And heartlessly disown the secluded plenty


Chris // 4/22/2003

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