Have you ever wondered what life really meant?
Can it simply mean time well spent?
Or does it go farther than that?
Or does life not mean crap?
Does it depend on the person?
Or are we all just one-
One ununited force in a marble,
Just a toy for a higher force to marvel?
Is life something that can be taught and learned,
And then simply shot and burned,
Or does it flow from one to another?
Or do you even care one way or the other-
Burned out on your own non-existance--you haven't a clue,
Life to you is huffing gas and sniffing glue.
So oblivious in your chemical coccoon,
As far as you know--you're the man in the moon,
But you'll come out of your shell real soon.
You'll wake up in a box without a trip,
Begin to miss your drugs and get real sick,
Shaking real bad 'cause you need it so much-
Your life's not so easy without your crutch.
You can't take the pain,
you cut your wrist with a knife.
God! It's so sad-
Is that your life?
This is an original poem written by my 15 year old son. He is into a lot of macho things like football and wrestling, but he is comfortable enough with his emotional and spiritual side to express his emotions too. I REALLY like that about him, don't you?  |
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