Conundrum: Torment of Philosophy


I sat mulling over my thoughts,
Staring out, seeing nothing,
I sat leaning on a wall looking at the clouds,

All at once, or one by one,
it makes no difference,
for I knew most of them couldn't be answered,

for all our science,
for better or worse,
life still has its mysteries,

And when I lay quite and cold,
clinging to life by a shadow,
I'll still be wondering,
up until that sad angel comes,
or leaves me to find the valley alone,

My one regret that no one can comfort me for my
unknowing,
Till I finally nod off into my last sleep,
with my ultimate vision being the weight of my
unanswered questions

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