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Good luck, we are sent to sleep,
Restless nights we count our sheep,
Where’s the answer lying deep,
What am I searching for,
1,2,3,4 which prize door,
All I want is to understand more,
1,2,3,4 which prize door,
Where’s the basis for for life,
Where’s the basis of my strife,
What’s the
I ask more what and I ask more why,
Will these be answered when I die,
Why would I need to know,
Cause then I’m dead.
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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