Questions

Questions

A Poem by natnickeep

We must be born broken..all misplaced in some sort of way. Everyone some slight dysfunction. And maybe life is all about learning to fix ourselves. Maybe some learn fast others take longer and some must learn again. Some remain forever broken. To far gone..to lost to ever be repaired.  Or maybe we are born almost perfect and the problems of the world break us down and ruin perfection. Polluted by the world......who knows?
I don't know you don't know. 
A question answered with another question...That is life for us. Unanswered, unexplained, but still we live it. 
We go on purposeless...wondering, questioning, hoping..to find one day a reason why...an ultimate truth..the nothing that we are searching for. 
But what if there is just nothing to be found? If we have no purpose is life still worth living? 

© 2011 natnickeep


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Added on June 17, 2011
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