i WROTE THIS 30 YEARS AGO

THUS CARE-LESS WORLD AND I
I woke to the World
and it said to me,
“Son you were made
from my debris.
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Now it’s sink or swim
like all the rest
it’s up to you
to pass the test.”
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I looked at the World
and it looked right back,
it seemed impossible
a thing to crack.
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How small am I
in so vast a Universe
that confounds the brain
and what’s even worse.
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It’s cold and care less
about its kin,
who must make their way
as best they can.
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Then I pondered the World
thinking should I be,
just another man,
like a fish in the sea?
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That flow with the tides
and swim in schools
thinking loner fish
to be such fools.
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“No!” said I
to this other me,
I cannot be
like fish in the sea!”
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My Soul rebels,
I know not why,
I’ve got to find,
this other “I.”
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I studied books,
I questioned all,
“What’s my role in life,
will I hear my call?”
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No answer came
for too many years
while my fruitless search
merely raised more fears.
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Could Life be such
that one never knows
what’s best in life
for him to do?
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Yet, as I searched
and as I thought,
unknown to me
came the thing I sought.
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“Thank God!” I said,
I found my way
for I could not stand
another day.
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Not knowing the thing
that I must do.
For though the World is cold
and could care less too
this does not hold
for me and you.