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Date Posted: 17:21:37 03/06/03 Thu
Author: J£:The®ealist of Κa†a¢lÿzm
Author Host/IP: 5-pool3.ras10.tnnas.alerondial.net / 206.148.182.5
Subject: Repost!..."The Wonders of Meaning".......this kinda got slept on last time.

i don't know what it is....but i don't know where to go
and i don't know, what to do, and i don't know when i'll grow
past all this pain and this strife, it's like.....sometimes i don't know who i be
but that's the who, what, when and where's of me


reflections of bright lights, glare in my eyes
as i sit in the quiet night, and stare to the sky
puzzlin over the enigma of my own existence
wonderin if it's meanin or if i've only been mentioned
as a filler in this field of livin, i can't help but to feel these feelins
i can feel it buildin inside, i'm dyin from all these tears that i've cried
through these years that i've tried, to find some purpose, in this worthless lil life i lead
comprised of grief, i sigh then think...what's the reason i'm breathin?
what's the objective i'm s'posed to accomplish before i die'n'leave?
seasons come, seasons go, but still no, clear path is shown
i'm just stuck...wit no direction so how can i move on, it's a pain to know
that you're unable to spy, your place in this life
like the va-cant gaze in a baby's eyes
but i...stay in stride, not really knowin, what is goin, to become of me
i just roll wit the flow of life's wind like the tumbleweed

the weight of this globe, is like a boulder on my shoulder should i drop the ball, or continue to hold it
i squat and bawl and as droplets fall, to top it off, i look out the window watchin all of the world spin, outta my focus
like a whirlwind, that tosses all of my hopes, up in smoke, to have me thinkin dreaming's a lost cause
it seems my screams for some meanin get stopped, by walls, and cries go unnoticed by God as i call
but i don't gotta be taught, by the lessons of life, to realize, that there's no answers to the questions that lie in my mind
i live my life, one mile at a time, one footstep, in front of the next, crossin bridges when i reach 'em in the trials of my strife
yet frequent pressures keep me guessin what the outcome'll be, of this lone tumble weed
wit each breath i breathe, i foresee, more misery of mystery woven into the seams, of the tap-estry of my his-tory
i miss the peace of mind, from the ride of bein a child, when the stress of life's tests didn't compile, seizin my smiles
i just wanna know when i'm grown, that my days weren't wasted but i believe i'd be lyin, if i stated that i'd ever amount to greatness
i'm just shrouded in a cloud of doubt, not knowin what lurks around, the corner so for now, i'm just stuck off-balance and waitin

i look in the mirror, seein my own image, transposed in my pupil burnin in the front of my mind
lettin my gaze drift further and deeper, to the reaches of where my soul finally comes into sight
lookin dead the eye, my spirit...not really knowin this being, pretty much a stranger to me
and i'm angered to see, how little i really know when it comes to what my fate, may be
pa-tiently, conspirin to pry in the prognos-tication of this alien that lies inside
yearnin for it's divine advice of what my future holds, to open up, my third eye
let it see the light...let it envision the roots, of what i am, and who i be, let me truly perceive
what it is that i'm here for...don't let my tears fall, for nothin...school me and teach
the reason that i'm breathin to me, how am i supposed to stand tall, when i don't even know the legs, erected to stop my falls
don't know the man who's footsteps i step, when i look at the glass on the wall, i don't know the man who's looks it reflects
my rhyme book i dissect, in search for some depth to the person i am, in nervous hands, i turn each damn, page
in a chase to obtain, some detail to what i equal wit No, avail....but i'll keep seekin for meanin til the curtains close on my stage

and that's the who, what, when and where's of me
what to do?...where to run?...who am i?
when will i see the path on which my future rides?
yea that's, the who, what, when and where's of me

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