Without doubt,

I often ask what life is all about,

And if I so may say,

It seems much like a theatre play.

With humor a comedy,

Without… a tragedy.

Hypocrisy we get for free,

Sincerity, costly for both you and me,

So many lies... religion, politics... false history,

Often made by needy greed of Humanity?

Not only speaking of divine faith,

Fanatism loves to hate.

Does anyone have the nerve,

To give us more than we deserve?

Souls with bodies not a body with a soul,

To convenient music we dance one and all.

Wretched yet sweet the melody,

Life... banquets of morsels… what shall it be?

Laughter or tears... So much a mystery... 

To be or not to be... Can anyone tell me...


Copyright©1995 Kari M. Knutsen



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zak | Reply 19.04.2015 05.24

we are the universe
experiencing itself
through us

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