Tuesday, 23 December 2008

• life is a paradox
  how can there be so little, and yet so much, so much and yet so little
  how can there be such saddening things,  and yet the two good things that keep one on the fence
  how is there such pleasant things, and such immense loss
  why do fate and unjust reside in the same world
  why should one breathe, and eat and live
  when tomorrow will be another day of the same questions
  my eyes cannot see, and my mind cannot see, and my hands cannot see
  how beautiful it could be, the place where bodies are whole, and the eye cannot tear
  but one has to believe in those gold-paved streets
  
  
  

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