Every night I close my eyes. . .
Every night I close my eyes. . .
And think. . .
I know who I am
but I still wonder
I know what I am able to do
but I still doubt myself
Everyday I challenge myself
Do I really know who I am?
Do I really know what I am able to do?
Freedom. . . a double edged sword
like justice. . .
And every night before I close
my eyes I wonder. . .
Can I justify my actions?
Can I freely say. . .
That I have observed life?
lived and learned to the fullest?
Am I satisfied with the choices
that I took today?
Are my actions justifiable?
and if the answers is yes. . .
Is everything a rational explanation
and justifiable resentment
and if not can I learn to forgive and forget. . .
Myself?
Expectations. . . It's all about expectations and regrets. . .
Poetry by night soul woman
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Written on 2007-02-22 at 12:45
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