Why write another poem
No one will read?
Why write another poem,
If you do not believe in yourself?
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I have been silent
But now at this moment
I am called from within
I do not know
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I can't write anymore
I have been defeated
Everything I write
Means nothing to anyone
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What we do not know
What we cannot know
What we will never know
What it is impossible to know
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I understand
Too few is better than too many
But what can I do?
Each day is a new day
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I listened
And out of myself
Came another kind of melody
One I had not heard before
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Every face we have
Becomes another face
And our whole life
Is all these faces
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It is no longer about beginning again
It is now about finishing
What you began in the past-
And you do not know
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Why do we so much need to be remembered?
Why is it so important to us,
That when we are no longer here
Others will somehow think of us?
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