Into the twilight hours, one sits,
and ponders, over there mistakes.
A life so full of memories,
its like traveling a maze, for pete-sakes.
nothing but pain, is all that we see
as it is always felt, all the way 2 the end.
As life is only, but t of time.
where unfortunately there is no escape, with death around the bend.
So as I search over and over now, thru the sands of time.
while seeking the answer to life,
it's simple, for the answer is so sublime.
so simple as this, it's a gift given,
with no viable reason, to why,.
with a void within us, that simply,
theres
only one way to fill, we need to look to the sky.
for this is the question, we all will face before the day we die.
what for were we created,
the question is why.
© David Lowell leads jr