An unfinished soliloquy, in an epistlemological moment.
If I should leave without saying goodbye,Do not shed a tear.
For I have already found, the meaning of life,
At least in mine.
That we are simply waiting,
For Godot, or actually for something to come.
Whilst some of us run ahead, scream, or hide
Others, at the sidelines, silently abide.
I still cherish dreams and goals,
But they cease to be the end.
They are simply tools given to us, or a foil some might say,
That allows time to slip gently by
My heart is at peace, calm and accepting
Take me death, whenever you will, and I shall run into your arms
Hence please do not shed a tear for me.
If I should leave, without saying goodbye.
posted by irritatingz.blogspot.com @ 4:38 PM
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