Absurdist Poem by Cynthia Pardede

Absurdist



What do people pursue?
Why is everybody running?
Though there is no finish line.
Though the track is circle.
Why are they in such a hurry?
After all, we're all going to die.
And we'll die at the right time.
And the time has been set.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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