contemplation

Filled with mysticism and doubt. Death comes before its time; We wait limited by what we can't do. How short this eternity is, it flys by so fast yet slow. You cant tell till it's gone. Uncertanty awaits me. For what purpose does it serve? Life that is. I do think it's just chance. While thats what i belive i wish there was a recycle of me more prominent than just dirt and rock and dust. Ever so small my impact seems. Even my plans for the future. I think it's what i want to do but for what purpose?? I dont know. It just seems like a good idea.If not that then what. Does the future hold some thing for me?? Some thing special? I am ME but WHY?
If this is all chance then there is no real morals
only fake rules to hold me back why do we follow? The only thing that stops most men is false morals and concequences based on old principles. Will i ever break the barier of SANITY?? Will i defy the world and law of man?... Probly not, i will just continue with my story/...\ To whom ever is there tell me what you would not others!! TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!!! ... but of course you wont. I'm sure many have asked and none have been answered. If they were then why them and not me? Is it dedication you want from me? If it is just tell me. Prove to me you are indeed real and i will bow before you!..... WHY SHOULD I HAVE TO WAIT??! your response should be imediate! All powerful you may be but why shouldn't you show yourself. Is it because you cannot be summoned by something so insignificant?? or is it because you dont exist?????????