Thursday, January 21, 2010

What am I to do

We accept when we see
We believe when we feel
We like to think that we decide
That we have power over every happening around us;
we can change, determine and choose.
What happens when we lose that control?
When life looks down at us with that smug smile, and uses us as puppets in its cruel little games it plays?
What am I to do with love?
What am I to do with death?

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