Wondering
As I sit here wondering
The purpose of it all,
Memories envelope me,
Whispers faintly call;
Youth had brought me challanges,
Equal to the task,
Inspiration guided me,
Subconsciously I'd ask
For what my heart was longing for,
Though I was not aware
The next profound experience
Would surely bring me there;
And now I find that destiny
Is knocking on my door,
But where is inspiration -
Have I time for nothing more?
Caught up in my memories,
Is that where I'll remain?
If that is all there is to life,
I'd rather be insane!
10/12/2009
poem by Linda Ori
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