Do I exist? Good question.
Everything begins, and I cannot recall
that assumed point of time when
I came into being. I must not have been
conscious of my own efforts to exist,
thus I must have had no reason for doing so:
I merely went with the flow. Pity.
What use is there in expounding upon
that which is in spite of itself?
Yet, I speak of me . . . .
I explain, therefore I am.
Copyright 2011 by Michael Marsters.
All rights reserved.
Great, Michael! I’ve asked myself these same questions. If I try too hard to figure it all out though it hurts my brain.
Love your “explanation”. 🙂
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Thank you, Gayle 🙂
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Awesome poem!! 😀 For me…I exist because I’m grateful that I do. ❤
Thanks for sharing. 🙂
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Gratitude is a good reason to live…
Thank you, Kim 🙂
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I rarely ask such questions but i do enjoy the answers .. Maybe one of the days i might need to fall back upon your explaination 😉
Lovely lines .. I specially loved the last line … but does that mean I am not :O ??
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We all have our reason for being…that’s mine…I’m sure you have yours 🙂
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