Questions; The simplest form of trickery. The most common words matched together Can make the most rare and complicated Responses and frustrations. All because A man is dead
I don’t belong To the normal stream Of life. What I do in life, How I do it, Why I do it Belong to me. Who I am, Why I am, Are me And is what changes me— From being you.
Imaginative worlds, Filled with things impossible, unrealistic Only coming When all else is blind. Escape from the world. The real world, Filled with what-ifs, could bes’, should bes’
Fate brought me to you, A few slip of words And it began to happen. Your words helped comfort me When all I heard was bad. You helped me speak up When I thought my mouth had been glued shut.
Bombs falling, dropping— One by one— On what we built What was once Beautiful, happy, good. Now, instead. Is the barren, blazen Field of death. A child lays isolated, Torn and beaten