Bob Dole
10-25-2008, 10:40 AM
Searching: (I don't like this one that much either)
A man of mind and wit
I seek the answers
Of life,
The unrelenting puzzle.
My fingers weave
Through the meaning of existence,
Yet every time I approach my answer,
Upon being gently touched,
I breath on it.
It is whisked away in the ever drifting stream of continuance
Leaving me with a lingering thirst
For something
As I see my desire
I fade away into realism.
Untitled:
The shadows of our unforgotten past
Coming back to haunt us
Our time
Doomed to repetition;
As the smog clears on the horizon
The same sun rises
The same day begins
A man of mind and wit
I seek the answers
Of life,
The unrelenting puzzle.
My fingers weave
Through the meaning of existence,
Yet every time I approach my answer,
Upon being gently touched,
I breath on it.
It is whisked away in the ever drifting stream of continuance
Leaving me with a lingering thirst
For something
As I see my desire
I fade away into realism.
Untitled:
The shadows of our unforgotten past
Coming back to haunt us
Our time
Doomed to repetition;
As the smog clears on the horizon
The same sun rises
The same day begins