Guest Tickler | Dec 18, 2009
Some reason has to be,
For the earth to be round
So Life is never straight,
Always comes and goes around.
We call it circle of life,
Viewing it from close vicinity.
So why do we keep trying putting things straight
When we all know there is no end?
We all will be, where we started in this circle,
Then why do we say move on,
When we actually are not moving,
Or maybe we are just moving to come back,
From where we all started.
And if everybody is coming to where they start,
Then why can’t we be there,
Where we all are and just LIVE!
Filed Under: Miscellaneous
Tags: Meaning of life • Poetry
Some reason has to be,
