EXISTENCE

soon, you shall be gone far away As will I, what then? Will we find what we have been searching for? Or will we find the mystery Was solved long ago Fearful, always fearful, could it ever be? Oh God, what kind of fools are we Born to know this love, yet to struggle against the mysterious that keeps us apart If so, then I do not know why But an existence like this, is a martyrs Path And it does not fit us well We cannot! By ruie mullins