Sometimes I wonder why I feel I <br />what I feel <br />whether it is pain, sadness, <br />joy or madness <br />Why must I feel it all so deeply <br />emotions on a never ending <br />circle filled with blue and gray <br />Light trickling in at its own <br />convenience to play <br />Is this the destiny for which we <br />create our won existence or can <br />we change the circles to squares <br />Triangles or octagons <br />with a brighter beginnings and <br />visible ends <br />A life with meaning <br />pleasurable and rewarding <br />Without oppression, suggestion <br />or reprimand <br />Is this the reality of the <br />Conclusion of our lives <br />or merely the beginning of <br />destiny.<br /><br />Helen Bridges-Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sometimes-i-wonder/
