the mornings come,
the mornings go,
the days and weeks all seem to be the same to me.
thoughts of love.
the world beyond eternity.
is this the way that it is?
is this the way that it is supposed to be.
to many questions
not enough answers.
life is to short for such things,
but they are always there,
some answers are found
some questions remains the same way forever.
who can believe such things?
well it all depends upon where you are sitting.
So it goes. Press on regardless.