How many more trials?
How many more temptations?
How many denials?
How many more tribulations?
How many more sins?
How many ways to choose?
How many more wins?
How many more times to lose?
How many more tears?
How many more smiles?
How many more fears?
How many more miles?
How many clenched fists?
How many dead ends?
How many slit wrists?
How many more useless trends?
How much more pressure?
How much is there to say?
How many things to treasure?
How many things to throw away?
How many more days?
How many more times?
How many more ways?
How many more rhymes?
How many more trials?
How many more temptations?
How many denials?
How many more tribulations?
Quite rhetorical. How many ways to answer each and every one of those questions? How impossible is it to answer any of them? This poem intrigues me. I must give it thought, which, it seems to me, is what this poem is all about?
That was amazing. I love how you asked all the questions that we think about all the time... questioning the way that our culture today is, and how pointless some things are, while they go unnoticed. I really loved it.