what are words without feeling
pictures without depth
our thoughts without feeling
like lungs without breath
the truth behind our eyes
and terror of our fears
the checkered book of lies
our small crystal tears
the joy of our short being
like a snowflake aflame
we question as do all things
why we went and how we came
whats the rhyme within reason
the truth in deceit
the length of our season
some bitter, others sweet