Challenge: Write a Sonnet in less than 10 minutes

“What dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil?”

Ah Shakespeare I sure hope we don’t simply rot in fertile soil.

There must be more- there must be more.

If there is not, what do we live for?


What are we to do? Who do I ask?

Is the answer hidden behind a mask?

Socrates I ask you, why am I hear?

Perhaps Van Gogh will lend me his ear.


If the greats know not, how do I find the answer?

Why are children killed? What about cancer?

Please someone speak to me.

I am sick of all this secrecy.


Maybe there is no answer, until we create it.

The future is history that can be recreated.




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