The Problem Poem by Christian Price

The Problem



The truth hides within the
Inter-correlations of life itself,
To search is hopeless yet
Meaningless it is to live without.

Standing at the crossroad,
The decision must be made:
So contradicting and difficult
Something the wise always seem to say.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Danny Draper 10 February 2012

Nice, the conundrums of life well expressed.

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