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A Better Human

With every awakening morning,


I wonder:
Who am I?
Where do I go?
And how do I get there?

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Questions embrace me
And my quest grows evermore
The more steps I take
The end is ever more distant
As the threads of my tale entangle
And my footsteps retrace back to the beginning
And lingering on my lips with insatiability
A quest that is ever growing
Incessantly Asking:
Who am I?
Where do I go?
And how do I get there?

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A many million times


I have reached an answer
A many million times
I have rid myself of self-torture
And a many million times
I have flipped the pages of my doubts
And was done with the book!
And yet . . .
Every time
Every many a million times
I discover my ignorance anew
Once I thought I clasped the answer
And every day I unseal my wounds
For every time my morning awakens,
I wonder:
Who am I?
Where do I go?
And how do I get there?

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My questions pulsate within me


As I choke with my suspicions
Artfully, I torture myself
And eventually sing about my pains
This is the story of my life
This is the sum up of my memories
. . . And my wishes
And believe me
It is all my own doing
For I,
With every awakening morning,
Do wonder:
Who am I?
Where do I go?
And how do I get there?

How will I be satisfied with my life?


. . . How do I become a better human?