9/30/07

Go explore! (firstcomet)

A man is sitting behind his chair
Wondering and pondering about his future
Recalling past memories of despair
And that which life had made his share
Those tangled days in pestilent snare
And when he thought it wasn’t fair
He took the chance, since he was so dare
He climbed his way up to the the frontier
With chin up, full of honor, like a cavalier
But life was one cruel racketeer
Since he witnessed innocent’s tear
Everywhere he went found no genuine cheer
One day a voice summoned him: you my dear!
As the voice neared he felt a sudden fear
He lost his rhythm and tumbled on the floor
When he pulled himself up asked what’s it all for?
This absurd décor and the suffering galore
The voice lowered her tone and replied: it’s a metaphor
It’s about finding your own tune, writing your own score
Then she pointed at a door and said go explore
It’s the time for you to soar and to forget the yore
May soon you find your amore!

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