life's anguishes leave one so forlorn
in the search for glory for comfort and love
it is not so much about finding oneself
but being able to live with that person
through the ride up in the vitories and shouts of joy
into those moments of uninspired trepidation
where from we come and where to we go
nay i do not know these answers
but in the moment that is life
i would very well do if you could tell me
what do i lust for, for what do i fight
for in my own thought everything is zulu
you
me
this world
zilch
and yet we continue to wander
forlorn and aimless in our flight
About Me
- sanely insane
- Once remarked a silly fella if the sane were so happy we wouldn't have become insane
for finding an aim,
ReplyDeletemight become an aim...
for sometimes,
aimlessness is the aim.
not to find it,
but be lost...
for before the zulu,
and long after it
remains the zilch...
the aimlessness,
the zero,
the divine
and me...
and you...
find aimlessness,
rest everything would follow....