Sunday, October 30, 2005

What do I know

I do not write
for what can I write
words feel pale
passion they know not

I want to stop
for where should I go
paths lay shrouded
markers I see not

I want to live
but life lives there
in hiding are answers
to questions I know not

I felt a knowing
for a fate unseen
life is this knowing
yet, this moment, I know not