Lost like a sand grain on the shore of the beach,
No hope of ever being found.
I seem to be ridding into sunset with glee and happiness,
truth to be told I am waiting for dawn.
Nothing is sure, Nothing is forever,
Think about a wheel turning and turning
then brought to halt,
leaving in its wake the smell and debris of burn tire
they call it a process of life,
leaving behind mourning and unfinished business.

A lifetime to life less
A world of pain left behind,
leaving us with the big question.
What is life?
I will continue to be lost in my mind filled with
unanswered questions trying to make sense of my living.
Even though i know the answer it will never be
Its my human nature with one word i describe it as
Being human is always waiting,searching,and wasting
away our life wanting more.

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