What is it this life holds for me, <br /> ... and everyone I know? <br /> Is it up to me to tell them, <br /> or just let their own lives show 'em? <br /> <br /> Is there a way I should convey, <br /> the things I never say? <br /> So many things I should have known, <br /> but, somehow missed along the way. <br /> <br /> I guess there is, but who am I, <br /> that I should see it all? <br /> For I am but a simple man, <br /> who sits and looks, in awe. <br /> <br /> Is there someplace I should go, <br /> instead of staying here? <br /> Should I be quiet, laying low? <br /> Should I feel strength or fear? <br /> <br /> Big questions there, but who am I, <br /> that I should know it all? <br /> For I am but a lonely man, <br /> who sits and thinks, in awe. <br /> <br /> Should there be peace throughout the world? <br /> Should everyone be warned? <br /> Could there be love beyond the hate, <br /> or sun behind those storms? <br /> <br /> But, who am I that I should know? <br /> I stumble and I fall, <br /> is there a plan unmade by man? <br /> I sit and wonder, still in awe. <br /> <br /> The winds still blow, <br /> and waters flow, <br /> as each life finds it's end, <br /> the awesome does not matter much, <br /> ... at least as much as we pretend.<br /><br />Barry Van Allen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/awesome/
