May 26, 1999
5:45 P.M. pdt 
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"What am I Looking For Today"
What am I looking for today, I say,
What can I possibly find,
A meaning in a moment or fulfilling fat fruition,
A small gap of radiance in time.
What can I possibly ask today,
That just hasn't been asked for before,
Does an ethereal catalog exist in time,
Which will open enlightenment's door?
Who will pick up my shattered existence, I wonder,
As at millennnium's doorstep I stop,
And can I decipher the myriad choices
Which fall at a threatening plop?
I was fated to understand the existential wonders,
But to question the small things in life,
And the more I grow up, the less I seem to know,
And the meaning gets lost in the strife.
A poem is but a mere grouping of words,
And the meaning makes no sense at all,
The door was supposed to open long ago,
And I merely stare openmouthed at the wall.
Do you even exist, I can wonder with ease,
Will you read me and give me a call.
The other half empty, and I all alone,
Life was started, then stopped at the stall.
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copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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