Adapting ExistenceI don't live a life
I don't know living
I tried to look for strife
To know fighting and withdrawing.
I don't know nature
I don't know animals and plants
I tried to get some nurture
Even from the colony of ants.
I don't know land, water and air
I don't know cars, boats and planes
I tried so much not to care
But they drag me to these lanes.
I don't know hells and heavens
I don't know angels and devils
I tried to find them using magical lens
And surreal their names and ideals.
I don't know love and friendship
I don't know family
But I tried to dig so deep
To change lonely I to together we.
I don't know why I can see and hear
I don't know if these make sense
But I will forever draw near
To realize I'm adapting existence.
Poetry by Jean Thomas
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Written on 2009-07-27 at 09:37
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