DaDornta

Why am I here? and what purpose have I?
If not to enlighten, the reason then -- why?

I struggle, suffer, emotions at play
those lost, those here, now claim my day.

I have as a human now lost so much...
but inside my soul a spot it does touch.

For we are all but parts of a wheel
a never ending creation; a part of said deal.

Understand now, and release your own minds--
that life is a mystery; a journey of kinds.

For we are all that which we observe--
perception and creation are what we deserve.

Those now lost, and for those now last thoughts--
are integrated into the all that is sought.

For all that is -- is the name of the game,
play it inebriated or play it sane.

All has happened, and shall happen again...
This is a message unto which I must strain.

What should I call this poem? What do you think? The winner of the best title will be awarded grams (a ton okay?!) and the honor of naming my newest poem!

Let the contest begin!

Of course this is a rough (I wrote it here first on the boards in this post) draft-- and it might see minor changes.

What do YOU think this poem conveys? What does this poem mean to YOU?
Voice your opinion, and as I said--the chosen person with the best title will be awarded grams and K+.

I just had no idea what to call this brief "outpouring" of creativity.

Help me out MJ dot com -- your SN might even end up as a "thank you" in my soon-to-be self published book!

-DD

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