
My first entry in the journal of poems...written back in highschool days, it's a combo of angst and contemplation.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 131 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 11-05-04 - Status: Complete - id: 1754062
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UTOPIAN
I wonder why people are so mean. Why do they look at evanescent externalities?
Why don't they look at what's on the inside of you? Is it because they can't or is it
because they are arrogant enough to do so on purpose?
It is a question that has troubled man since centuries. And now the same question ails me,
why? Why? Why? Why can't things be perfect? Why can't utopia exist? Just why? I propose
this question though I know that no answer will quench my thirst. All I know is that the answer lies within...
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Thanks to "DameNoire" for pointing
out the typo in the last line!
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Written while in High School (RHS)
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