by Demetrew Wilfredo Flores

Created on: April 22, 2010

I wake up with some sense of joy to be grateful this morning,

Being alive it is a blessing you’re saved from the mourning;

Excluded from those consumed and fallen in the evening,

Lives ended to be part of the grand scene in the playing;

Back to my usual day of endless, hopeless storytelling,

It is the big price I have to pay for keeping on living;

Opening my laptop to get back to my articles in posting,

I will be back to the time consuming act of commenting;

Sometimes more elaborate and exhaustive than writing,

But the two must be kept in balance to be worth fulfilling;

For life without purpose in written words would be nothing,

An eternity of endless quest for meaning without existing.

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