Questions of me

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By BJS •

How can I always feel lonely when I never get to be alone? And why since I'm just a sinner am I so willing to cast the first stone? Why am I afraid to to just be me and let the chips fall where they may? And how is it that what I am thinking is not even close to what I say? How do I have such pity for me when I only harvest what I've sown? And why am I always so surprised by the things I've always known? BJS 7/29/09

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April 1, 2010 05:11baya

i love this poem . . . it is filled with absoluter questions that people are afraid to ask and have no idea how to answer . . . i ask these kinds of questions alot and people tell to just stop asking and enjoy life . . . i dont see what is so wrong with that.