What do I have to look for
In order to find something
Or is there nothing
That is worth the time
If after all it is a matter of time
Where is all this time anyway
If it is indeed in a hurry
Where is it rushing off to
It could be a lifelong search
Or is it a search for life
It may even be found
Without much looking
Whatever it is
Is not even a matter of time
It isn't even matter
It is what makes life matter
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No Point Talking.
PoetryThere is no point talking about it. In fact, there is nothing to talk about. So, what do we have? This is not classical poetry. It is not contemporary either. The words used are simple to mean what they intend. Sentences are easy and sensible. Yet...
