is it like filling an empty space? or making an opening to a closed box? or is it gasping for breath because one is drowning? or is it diving in the water looking for the pearl? or is it finding the universe in the grain of sand? or is it just doing it because we have nothing to do? ....or is it living life to the full? or is it because it is?
RIC S. BASTASA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-i-have-written-about-the-why/
