Go wither the wind blows
Captive of destiny
blown
from across generational tragedies

Here again cursed
or blessed
to know pain again

Go
restless spirit roam
your disinheritance is because of your guilt
after you rebelled
why now is your freedom a worse enslavement

You are lost
in living
in search of meaning
your lifes tragedy is its futility

Go wandering spirit
transverse the wilderness of pain
than unravel the riddle of the grave;
mans destiny is not changed
only delayed,

I've seen lots of poems out here but i just gott'a say that 2 of urs i've seen thus far just gott'a rank as the deepest and rhetorical of 'em all. . . . . i love the way ur brain works - in the world but a plane higher!

You've just made my day

beneli:

You've just made my day

keep this up and i ain't g'onna be the only one making ur day. . . . its brilliant stuff! whats the inspiration ?

@Ruudie

The inspiration?  Existential angst.