Life is an impossibility,
Yet I breathe, laugh, cry, hate, and anger.
I know his touch, and I've felt her love,
Still I don't know how or even why.
It's complex, and yet oh so simple;
Infuriating, and yet joyous;
A duality I hate so much,
But could never really stop loving.
Its joys and sorrows create my soul,
Make me whole, complete enough to ask,
To wonder, to question, to ponder, and to think
Over the greatest of mysteries:
Life is an impossibility.
Copyright 2000 - 2008 21 x 20 Media, Inc. All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media, Inc. All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be
copied / modified in any way.
All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective
companies. Writing.Com is proud to be hosted by INetU Managed Hosting since 2000. Send questions or comments to: support@Writing.Com
[Archive / Links]