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By Butterfly Submitted by Lilla Date: 2003 Mar 07 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.07.04.11.10670]] |
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So the story goes, life is a box of choc'lates you'll never know what you're gonna get. A carton half-opened, an eye for innocence. Wheather full or empty, does it make any sense? Sweet or bitter, how do you know the difference? Is there disatisfaction for an unaffected mind? No goals, no demands, do you know what you want? Will there be indifference, the cynic in man? And resistance can it be fathomed, by a limited psyche? Victory and failure, how would you define? So is love and apathy in this world combined. Is there appreciation in living without death? Laughter without tears? Dispute without amendments? Candor without fears? Do you know there is a universe for you to explore? Your existence a mystery, do you survive and endure. Heaven is a promise, but how could you be so sure? Same goes with angels, saints and rapture. How does one carry on if destiny is unknown? Can you bear the wait as the feather simply floats? When fate a cheap excuse, freedom unbecome, indeed life is a box of choc'lates but only when you're Forrest Gump. |