Ida
Date: Thursday, 1st June 2006 @ 09:43:57 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry


Contributed By: R0b

Open the door to the past.
To find the secrets of the future.
Ask him questions.
But don’t expect answers.
They are few and far.
Yet when he talks.
It is of alien tongue to you.
Am I right?
Or can you understand him.
Can you decode him?
Very few can.
Very few try.
Have you read the book?
Yes, yes I know.
You’ve read these questions before.
But, you haven’t gotten any further.
Have you?
No, you’re still on square one.
Exactly where you started.
Sitting there.
Wondering what all this means.
Trying to make sense of it all.
Here will be a lasting piece of advice.
Keep trying.
Though the mountain seems tall.
And though the sense of it all is cloudy.
The answer is coming.
But here is one more question for you.
When it comes.
When it’s right in front of your face.
When you can reach out and touch it.
Taste it.
Will you know it?

Will you…

6-1-06
R0b


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