I have purposeless tears,
wandering out of my eyes.
I am left with this wonderment.
for what is cause of worthy?
I am vacant of purpose
and yet a kind of crying,
is happening through me.
not sure,
if it is sadness
or a version of happiness,
otherwise unidentified.
I hardly feel like a person.
do I weep
for mankind's circumstance,
or for the wonder of spiritual enterprise? . . .
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