questions

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

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