Is it a soul laid bare
or a heart concealed?
Does it teach and inspire
or oppose and dismay?
Is it a set of rules,
does it follow a standard
or is it free-flowing?
Is it the imitation of an action
or the rework of a memory?
Do we create these worlds
or merely describe them?
Is it a way of breathing
or a course to death?
Do we speak one to another
as only he can understand
or it is universally understood?
Is it a mirror held against nature
against human nature,
or is it an escape from our nature?
Covers the whole spectrum beautifully!
Starward