Questions.

 


Questions.

 

Where in the world is my mind?

Where in my mind is the world?

Why do I act like it matters?

While my thoughts are endlessly whirled?

Why does this world spin in circles?

Why does it endlessly turn?

Where is the place where it’s headed?

Where is the care and concern?

What is its ending and purpose?

What is the goal of the game?

Is it nothing but vanity shining?

A fight just for fortune and fame?

Nothing but questions, no answers.

Come to my mind in this dark.

I’m recklessly running in blindness.

Looking for one single spark.

 

©James L. Frady

November 15, 2021

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