What is my point of no return
if I don't know where I'm going?
How far is this race to be run,
while life's scenery races by,
blurred and distant?
When can I rest
and lay upon my back,
staring at the clouds,
feeling the breeze on my face,
and the cool grass against my spine?
Why am I in a race that can't be won
and everyone finishes last?
Time to stop.
Time to rest.
Time to give up on winning,
and enjoy the scenery of life.
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Conscience and Consciousness
PoetryA collection of poetry highlighting the moral choices we face. Who are we? What makes who we are? Are we good and how can we be better? Are we driven by Fate or are we masters of our own destiny?
