Explorers
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Sandra Feldman
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We torture our souls
With thought
Tortures, not bought
Some, nightmares,
Are self-imposed.
We are but, Explorers
Hoping to one day
Discover
The meaning of things
We don't know
Today,
Fighting our way
Thru Time,
Mundane dangers,
Fractured dreams.
Not knowing really
Where to go,
Whose hand to seek
To hold
Where to get help
Not to fall,
Thought, thoughts, thought
That we must explore
In order to exist,
In order to fulfill
Life's mysterious call.
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