Questioning the Questions
Why not ask a bird just how high freedom lies;
Or the wind, the direction of a sigh?
Or why happiness waits it's life upon a word,
And why the best of those must go unheard?
Questioning the questions,
Of answers, so far away,
Lest we once forget
We soon live a different day.
The dead must hear the secrets
We would wait our whole life for;
In cold completeness, they won't care
That you finally found that door.
Questioning the questions,
Of answers, so far away
Lest we once forget
That there's nothing left to say
Bob Blackwell
I enjoyed your poem, questions always rise in those who are senstive to wonder. I like this answer though "Freedom is the time when you have nothing left to lose."
I enjoyed your poem, questions always rise in those who are senstive to wonder. I like this answer though "Freedom is the time when you have nothing left to lose."
Fay Slimm
Thoughtful content - - makes us think twice what to ponder about.
Thoughtful content - - makes us think twice what to ponder about.
carol
if you question the questions never an answer
if you question the questions never an answer
"The dead must hear the secrets"... too bad they can't tell us the secrets... :)