What Am I Doing Here?
I often ask myself, 'What am I doing here? '
The answer I arrive at is never very clear.
After years of living and learning
still my brain is yearning
to arrive at answers
that can satisfy my curiosity.
I was satisfied as a child
with the not-knowing.
But as each new year came upon me
and my mind kept growing
satisfaction escaped.
At times in quiet introspection
I challenge myself to be content
with no detection of answers
as to why and how?
But contentment is not my style.
So after a while I vow
to keep on with my quest,
something that I never would have guessed
would finally occur in my life.
I am engrossed with music and word.
So aural experiences can be heard
to help me bide my time
until answers tell me I'm
doing what I'm supposed to do.
I am creating artistic expression.
That's what I'm doing here.
My answer's finally clear.
I'm adding universal tone waves
to freshen the atmosphere.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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