Pendragon
07-14-2009, 10:39 AM
Wondering
When I think of the past, wondering what did I do,
Was it worthy or not, somehow I don’t know.
And the future ahead sometimes looks so cold and bleak,
I get to wondering…
What if it’s all just illusion and dreams,
Vapor in the wind, just drifting away
A wave in the sea washed up on foggy shores,
I get to wondering …
If life has any meaning beyond the chiseled dash
Between the two dates on some marble stone—
The time that we spend before Death comes to call
I get to wondering …
Will anything be remembered that I have done
Or will I be tossed aside like a old garden weed—
A ghost roaming out there, with no place to rest
I get to wondering …
I get to wondering …
Wondering…
Pendragon
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
When I think of the past, wondering what did I do,
Was it worthy or not, somehow I don’t know.
And the future ahead sometimes looks so cold and bleak,
I get to wondering…
What if it’s all just illusion and dreams,
Vapor in the wind, just drifting away
A wave in the sea washed up on foggy shores,
I get to wondering …
If life has any meaning beyond the chiseled dash
Between the two dates on some marble stone—
The time that we spend before Death comes to call
I get to wondering …
Will anything be remembered that I have done
Or will I be tossed aside like a old garden weed—
A ghost roaming out there, with no place to rest
I get to wondering …
I get to wondering …
Wondering…
Pendragon
Tuesday, July 14, 2009