I don't know
who reads these words.
I don't know
why I write them.
I don't know
why the winter is long.
I don't know
when spring will come.
I don't know
if anyone loves me.
I don't know
why they should.
I don't know
how I got here.
I don't know
where I am going.
I don't know
why I don't know
these things.
So many don'ts
to make a life.
- mce
Monday, March 1, 2010
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