Riddle of Life: A Poem
Riddle of Life
Don’t be deceived, it may seem little
A well is short and not so wide
But the water is found deep down inside
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Where are the answers to be found
to the questions of life in the world so round
Some say in the book of life they are
My searching has made my paper cuts scar
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When the answers are words written or spoken
My manner of living seems to be broken
But how do words turn into motion?
How does speech manifest in emotion?
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The answer seems simple just follow the map
But my feet cannot move, they are bound in a trap
The shackles are broken, you tell me I’m free
But my fears are the fetters that bind and hold me
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How can I know that the answer I’ve found
is the one that will keep me from ending up in the ground?
The riddle is solved but we won’t know the answer
Until I’ve stepped through my fear into the great ever after
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No, not Heaven, but the very next moment
When I’ve come to the crossroads and then to another
I can’t stop and get caught up, endlessly talking
they never will end until I learn to keep walking
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Which way is right? Which way is wrong?
I attend all the plays and hear all the songs
In the end, it won’t matter if I keep moving on
The journey is erased when the road behind me is gone
