The A.E. Of Life.
Almost everywhere (A.E.)
Is where I am
Or where I am not.
The probability of nothing is
Possibly what and who I am.
Or what I have always been.
My delusion is the mistake of time.
My life is mist in the shadow of the night.
I weave my way through the labyrinth of space
Looking into the vast abyss.
In search of my own place.
In the meaning of life.
But can I truly face
What I finally see?
Will it enslave me?
Will it set me free?
The entity that wants to be
In it's fleeting pitiful pain
Is a journey into madness
A journey all in vain.
So catch a falling star
And cling to dreams afar
Never let them crush you
For the life within is strong.
And when I waken
From the nightmare
And find myself alive
Then my life begins anew
And I will surely thrive.
In the final calculation
I know that I'll survive.
Almost Everywhere (A.E.) I go.
poem by Lynne FincherSpringarden
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