I often just sit up and try to figure out what is it that i am supposed to be hanging around here for?
which question is assigned for me to solve?
what answer am i searching for?
who am i waiting here for?
andwhen i find answer to none of these questions..
i cant figure out what it is that i am trying to figure out?
entagled in the questions.. i see myself turn into a question mark...
an entwined curve hanging around.. with a dot of inconsequence toward the end..
I am turning into a question mark
questioning all that there is and all that is to come around..
why why why.. who what .. i cry.. endlessly..
as i listen in to the song...
the answer my friend is blowin in the wind...
the answer is blowing in the wind ..
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came over from vyom's blog. lovely place u have here :)
thanks for dropping by. mind if i add u to my links? :)
dylan never sounded better...
the answers will come if you stop expecting...live one day at a time...
forgot to comment about the new look...
3 words...
simpl but elegant...
:)
if you ever noticed, a conch shell also looks like a question mark. a conch shell is where the universe originated it seems. and that dot might be just a grain of sand or just a world within us.
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