It hurts us, <br />pains us <br />warps us <br /> <br />to be or not to be something more. <br />in this existence we call life <br />this intolerable state of being, <br />we grab at anything <br />hopefully something solid <br />something to anchor us <br />something to bewilder and potentially please us <br /> <br />we will find no solice or peace of mind here <br />not with these heavy hearts and searching souls <br />good things come to those who wait <br />yet we only wait for death <br /> <br />life is hollow <br />life is a search for things that are unattainable <br />life is all an interpretation <br />an interpretation of lonely <br />an interpretation of struggle <br />an interpretation of pain <br />an interpretation of purpose <br />there is no purpose to life <br />interpretations aim at understanding, <br />life is simply a perspective.<br /><br />Andre Veilleux<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-224/
