Questions of me, by BJS Subscribe to rss feed for 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
Posted: 2009-07-29 17:09:02 UTC
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2010-04-01 05:11:03baya
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.