IT ©
by Kevin Petterson
Canberra, Australia
2002
Every waking moment I have,
Every breath I take,
IT is my fuel.
As I lie awake at night,
Pondering what life means,
All my thoughts return to IT.
My mind is clouded.
This IT is everything,
But nothing at the same time.
I can't see IT or here IT,
But I can feel IT in everything that is.
But still I look,
But still I don't find anything,
All I know is,
IT is.
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