I didn't ask for this, he said.
I didn't sign up on the cosmic list of life,
didn't apply for a position on the earth.
I didn't want to be a protector of the weak,
didn't expect to be held to rigorous tasks.
I didn't ask for this.
I don't deserve this, she said.
I didn't earn the infirmities,
didn't warrant the wrath of the "better."
I didn't incur the positions of poverty,
didn't beg to become a beggar.
I don't deserve this.
I didn't ask for this, he said.
But I got it.
I didn't ask for this,
but it's mine to do something with.
I don't deserve this, she said.
But I got it.
I don't deserve this,
but it's mine to do something with.
Life goes on as
lives goes on and
lives are different
But they're ours to do something with.
Few people realize that man has already attained immortality; it's merely been abused, forgotten, and renamed Writing. -Brian Egan
Thursday, April 10, 2008
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