What will be will be
Contributed by
-thesiscokid-
on
Saturday, 10th April 2004 @ 12:44:32 PM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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As I walk down a road quite familiar to me, A luminous haze casts over the trees, And as I ponder on my toadstool, In the middle of this miserable paradise, I think to myself, as I begin to tell: The answers obvious with a shotgun at your head. As the truth spills into my thoughts, This, just a feeling of what it could be, Like as if it was now reality, But snapped back from that perplexity, I learned the world is not as we see, But a just very big mess, that seems to work out So real or not, Your life is a life and youve only got one shot, And this is why I shant t believe, That what will be will be. As the road gets longer, The journey may get worse, As it leads me into this wonderful curse, That I call life, But maybe all this travel, Down the wrong road, This path with which I have been deceivingly mistaken, Will build me up for what I need to be, As my past, my future, everything seems to flee. Just when it got harder, Another realization became clear to me: But at the end of this road I stumbled upon a stream, Which grew to a river in which, A silent gloom radiated off the depths of its ominous waters, Which raged with a fury so mighty, I became entranced in its simplistic beauty. And as I got buck-naked and waded into the water, The freezing condition, seemed warm and soothing, As I submerged myself into an Aquarius world of serenity, Which soon infiltrated the crevices of my mind, And before I rose, I said to myself, Oh baby if I could change the world. I would make it sobecause I now believe, That what will be will be.
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