Every Other Thought   Author: 20091  Category:(Poetry) Created:(11/20/2003 8:03:00 PM) This post has been Viewed (425 times) The signs the mountain crumbles Over the village green A mess not meant to be cleaned Stackes ever up The people on the outside Looking in from safety Only sigh Wishing it was them Longing they could be A sliver of stability That shall survive Till the next coming of age To a riddle Pure and simple What is the purpose of life? Can it know the answer That it poses? Does the grass look greener In a question's yard Where the answer is yes or no Green with envy Only getting richer Till the riddle is so poor But can do nothing but live A knight for the queen But only the pawn When she makes her move To persuade the king That it is trapped I thought I saw a wall Where a door with a lock Stubbornly stands Soon I see a handle Sticky with age Next will appear a gate See through but closed Then a fog Dense and unknown Finally a mirror I see what I was fighting You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or interesting stories for the world to read and respond to Click here Scroll all the way down to read replies. Show all stories by   Author: 20091 ( Click here ) Spring is coming