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Member Rara Avis
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Purgatorial Incarceration

0 posted 08-25-99 02:51 AM       View Profile for Christopher   Email Christopher   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Christopher

I come to a crossroad junction.
Looking to the sea, I see my way.
It is far.
No direction is easy.
All lead to eternity.

Which one should I travel?
The one I wish to walk?
Or the other, the one I should?
Am I less a man for choosing the path I desire?
Is direction really that important?

Who can say?

These are what make the decision worse than the walking.
Is my past before me yet?
Can I not escape it?
Will it haunt my memories always, a curse?
Will I ever be free?
Does true freedom exist?
Are we indeed bound by the shackles of society?
Will we walk forever in the shadow of an illusion?
Must we always conform, fit the mold?

Is there an individuality?

Or is it all a uniform structure.
Each block molded to be in its place.
Designed to meld with the general framework.
Never allowed more than little differences.
Only enough to distinguish from one to the next.

And if one breaks its mold?
Follows its own path?

Does he then threaten the whole?
Is it a gap that can be repaired?
Is he less for making a unique choice?
Will he be condemned for non-conformity?

All these and more.

Do the answers exist?
Do the questions?

Or is it all a grand illusion?
A trick of light.
A mote in the eye of a far away deity.
Again, who can say?
And if one steps forward to answer?
Will he be right?

Perhaps it is up to each to find a solution.
To form a question.
To search the clues laid out to see.
To find their own answer.

But is that even right?
How can we know?
Perhaps there is no way.
If that is so, then so be it.
I will choose my own way.

Everyone has a photographic memory...
...most of us just don't have film!
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1 posted 08-25-99 03:53 AM       View Profile for Nicole   Email Nicole   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Nicole

So many thoughts to ponder! Thanks a bunch.. ..I was just about ready to head to bed, NOT anymore! You've got me thinking now. Excellently written!

"Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of joy you must have somebody to divide it with." *Mark Twain*
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2 posted 08-25-99 09:52 AM       View Profile for Seymour Tabin   Email Seymour Tabin   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Seymour Tabin

Questions can be an anchor.
Pull up the anchor and sail straight ahead.
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