Poems
August 3, 2026
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I walk and walk.
There has to be an answer to our existence.
I ask the moon.
But he denies me.
I ask the sun.
But I don't listen.
I summon the Gods.
But they ignore me.
I live and live.
Walk and walk.
Wander and wander.
Till I find the holy land.
I wish it was, but it was not.
Would a holy land make me truly happy?
Would it make me forget all my anxiety?
All my failures?
I dreamt that night.
A morningstar greeted me.
There was something there, out there.
But I could not grasp it.
Questions altered my mind.
I tried to forget, hide.
And that I did.
But in the end, I still kept looking up.
To that eternal mystery that we will seek, but probably never will understand.
And keep on living...