Wishing it would disappear
It's too hard to ignore
All the confusion and fear
But is it part of the cure?
Not knowing what will happen
What tomorrow will bring
Will it be the end?
Or will the birds still sing?
Frozen beaches
Icy flames
Steamy mountains
Everything could change
Though we can't fully control
The future or past
We can help it along
And pray it doesn't crash
Never knowing what's in store
Could we have helped?
Maybe done more?
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What it's about; There's really no way to know exactly what's going to happen, and we can't fully correct the past. So it's better to do what you can now, rather than dwelling on things you can't change.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
The Great Unknown - 11/06/07
Posted by Meg at 8:42 PM
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2 comments:
Nice one. Dude, all your poems make so much sense and have key meanings. Mine just...suck. at least compared to your's.
What the hell are you talking about? O_O
Your's ALL have meanings. That's half the reason I love them all so much o.o
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