Life (version two)



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 (And, in case you are also interested, I have an extensive list of celebrity birth and death details if you wish to 'confirm' what you suspect may be a past-life experience of yours.) Bless.
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