To whom does one owe the pleasure of living
This collection of cells and bit of soul stuff
Random circumstance, in a universe unforgiving
Coalesced to make me, oddly enough
To whom do I pray, who owns my allegiance
Who is responsible, who’s in control
Who do I speak with, when I have a grievance
Who do I bow to, who’s virtues extol
Who do I blame for my continuing senescence
Who is accountable for the weight of my soul
Who will I see, when I discharge my essence
Who eviscerates me, while leaving me whole
Some may think these are rhetorical questions
That the answers are something I’ll never know
For those of that mind I have a suggestion
Only in the seeking, can wisdom bestow
2006-08-06
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