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I think therefore I am, but am I truley living?
I pass the days,and I see the sun, the moon, and the stars, and I thank the heavens above for blessing me with the treasures in my heart. But then I wonder will I find what I shall do with what I have been given?
As I go by, I carry on seemingly happy, the pains and the heartbreak I have been given I can handle, but the unknowning, it is this I can not seem to take.
my youth and my ignorence haunts me, How young I feel when I look around at the world. the saying "if I knew then what I new now," often comes to mind. What will I know in five, ten or even twenty years? what knowledge and understanding will I find when I look back to the day of my nieave youth?
I do not wish to grow old, because I am afraid to die. I am not afraid of what I do not know about the world I cannot see, but I fear not understanding the world that's beyond my feet.
I dream the days, when the questions will stop spinning, and the complexitiy wll seem to still. but yet this paradox keeps on ringing,
I pass the days,and I see the sun, the moon, and the stars, and I thank the heavens above for blessing me with the treasures in my heart. But then I wonder will I find what I shall do with what I have been given?
As I go by, I carry on seemingly happy, the pains and the heartbreak I have been given I can handle, but the unknowning, it is this I can not seem to take.
my youth and my ignorence haunts me, How young I feel when I look around at the world. the saying "if I knew then what I new now," often comes to mind. What will I know in five, ten or even twenty years? what knowledge and understanding will I find when I look back to the day of my nieave youth?
I do not wish to grow old, because I am afraid to die. I am not afraid of what I do not know about the world I cannot see, but I fear not understanding the world that's beyond my feet.
I dream the days, when the questions will stop spinning, and the complexitiy wll seem to still. but yet this paradox keeps on ringing,