Whose Tomorrow?

 

Whose Tomorrow?

sometimes i just sit and stare around

spiral up to those captivatingly fantastic mysteries

downward then to comfort i have known

whether the winds push right or away

my journey takes and leaves in trailing

how could man be equal in god

when living for equivalent routes and languages

where perfect times from death lose forever

with what meaning through eternity questionless asked

while answers of infinite number our name


our love is to need help yet want never to ask again


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