Life (version two)

Pike-perch

 

Life’s meaning’s lost and Time’s the same:

My dreaming goes on, as does the rain.

 

Thoughts are a guided path that is ignored:

I’ll choke my stony wrath which once had roared.

 

Love is a route that’s full of snares:

A spiny pike which leaves some tears.

 

I’ve tried to be someone I’m not,

But now I see I’m just a dot.

 

I matter not, which is no lie:

I’ll be no one when I die.

 

(written in 1965)

About cdsmiller17

I am an Astrologer who also writes about world events. My first eBook "At This Point in Time" is available through most on-line book stores. I have now serialized my second book "The Star of Bethlehem" here. And I am experimenting with birth and death charts. If you wish to contact me, or request a birth chart, send an email to cdsmiller17@gmail.com
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