Riddle of Life.

If life beckons and the promise of tomorrow shouts so loud.
Why do’s all around seem so quiet.
I sit here alone and hear the babbling water of the pond.
I hear the birds at play.
The breeze rustling the trees.
Yet inside still no sound.
But the hush of loneliness calls so loud.
A crashing roaring noise transformed to feelings.
What drives us ever onwards.
Why do we strive for perfection.
When to be able to settle for something less would bring contentment.
Paths to stroll no, its mountains to climb.
Is this the folly of man, or his greatest achievement.

Riddle of Life.

Goldenspirit

Newport, Isle of Wight, United Kingdom

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