The Question (a poem)

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The Question

(inspired by and dedicated to ~Serene~)

Countless eons again pass,and the weary worn down turtleopens it's rusted shelland looks cautiouslyinto the pond.Perhaps for the final time.

With eyes unfocusedfrom a journey of hopeless hope,a reflection is seenin the water's mirror.Aware and woundedfrom mirages worn as purple hearts-yet the chance must be taken.It must. It must.

This possibly real imagewould complete the yin and yang.Two.Two writing the same tragic story,thus becoming one.The sun and the moon.The paper and the pencil.The end and the beginning.

Is there truly another who as mewatched and lived the moviewritten and directedby some cruel sadistic destiny?Passive soulsthrown into an aggressive world.Watching rainbowscollapse from the skieslike condemned buildings.Treading step by stepthrough the compost of wilted rosesand shattered dreams.

The spiraling lost mindnudged to take a step foreward.Only one.Attempting to seperatereality from fiction.Taking the chance one more time.One more time.Finding the inner strength to ask;Are you......?The question I dare not ask aloud.

-Randy

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Thank you,Randy....for allowing me to "alter" your poem with some spacing and a photo...I do hope the picture shows up...if it doesn't...would someone please let me know the best way to post images here???blessings and light..SereneThe Question(inspired by and dedicated to ~Serene~)http://s232.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/mamaserene/?action=view & current=aa88-1.jpgCountless eons again pass,and the weary worn down turtleopens it's rusted shelland looks cautiouslyinto the pond.Perhaps for the final time. With eyes unfocusedfrom a journey of hopeless hope,a reflection is seenin the water's mirror.Aware and woundedfrom mirages worn as purple hearts-yet the chance must be taken.It must. It must. This possibly real imagewould complete the yin and yang.Two.Two writing the same tragic story,thus becoming one.The sun and the moon.The paper and the pencil.The end and the beginning. Is there truly another who as mewatched and lived the moviewritten and directedby some cruel sadistic destiny?Passive soulsthrown into an aggressive world.Watching rainbowscollapse from the skieslike condemned buildings.Treading step by stepthrough the compost of wilted rosesand

shattered dreams. The spiraling lost mindnudged to take a step foreward.Only one.Attempting to separatereality from fiction.Taking the chance one more time.One more time.Finding the inner strengthto ask;Are you......?The question I dare not ask aloud. copyright,Randy