Conundrum

by David Ensor   Mar 10, 2008


I sit alone and wonder why
and how and when and where and what
exactly happened to get me here
and since i am here, what do i do now
should i stay, make a home, get comfortable
or scratch and claw and fight for something else
but if i do how do i know what to fight for
what if i fight till I'm bloody
only to find that where i was was the place for me
or even worse what if i fight till i see
this other great place that isn't for me
is it better to strive and fail
to realize you aren't that special
you are, just what you are
and where you are for a reason...

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