The Philosophical Ponderings of the Mad
By -Oz-
I have been walking down a different road
to a land unknown
i do not know what i want anymore
so i continue down this blatant road
slowly i blink
and look up
and down the road in the distance
there is something
logic, purpose, perhaps even truth
what else could be at the end of the road?
so many before me have raced toward the neverending descend of the road
and so many more have turned back with fear
running frantically in the opposite direction
is there anything for me at the end of that road?
should i just stop and stand still
evaluate until i can't any longer
do i care if there is something or nothing for me....no
so to advance is to become closer to the mystery
the unknown
the everlasting injection of curiosity within your veins
in life
and in death
the road never ends.
Comments on "The Philosophical Ponderings of the Mad"
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A former member wrote:
in life
and in death
the road never ends. / I love this ending stanza. IT completes the poem. Nicely Done ][ ][
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On Saturday, April 8, 2006, bloody LOVEly
(85) wrote:
take a look at the scenery, why would anyone ever want this road to end? The mystery is in our heads, and really, everythings quite simple.
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On Wednesday, April 5, 2006, Solace
(1065) wrote:
I like the idea that it never ends - that the cessation we look to with dread - hope - denial. Is simply a movement, that leads on, and leads on...
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A former member wrote:
punishing last few lines; speaks with a tragedian twisting voice. .. amen