I ask myself...
Where do I come from?
From the skies, or from the world that sighs?
When will I be certain?
Centuries to come, or centuries far gone?
So many questions pop up...
Do I need an answer, or daze my mind?
Unsure...unsure...unsure...
I live, I grow
I reap, what was sowed
Yet a lot more to know
Many more to be unfold
Should I quit the curiosity?
If not from where I came from, then where do I come from?
I ask myself...
- Author: Osei Zion (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 24th, 2022 06:16
- Comment from author about the poem: Be curious, but you can't understand all things. Just do one thing. Put everything in the HANDS of God and move on.
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Good write Osei.
Thanks
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