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Fury’s Queries
Tell me, can you hear the shouts of the countrymen?
Can you grasp the lamentations of the oppressed nation?
Can you see the blood dripping from your filthy hands?
Tell me, is death justified by those flimsy green papers?
Is the sea of ignorance still divine?
Is this, evil and abuse, what you ran for?
Experiences
How many ways do I say live?
Do I talk of memories gained,
Or of experiences shared,
And each moment being one of them?
How many ways do we live?
Do we seek ways to build connections,
Where the world leaves us lonely?
How many ways are we all changing?
Where are you?
What are you doing?
How are you feeling?
Wanna play?
Want me to open the window?
What is that?
What is in your mouth!?
What are you eating?
Wanna go outside?
Why won’t you drink water normally?
How are you?
Wanna sit with me?
Do you know this medicine is helping you?
Do you know that I love you?
Who Am I?
Who am I
that I should walk through fields of color
without abandon,
without worry,
without care?
Who am I
to breathe this air,
to feel the leaves beneath my tread,
when someone better could enjoy it instead?
Who am I
to take a stand,
when someone else would have the upper hand?
Who am I
to question me,
to look in the mirror and see
someone not worth believing?
someone not worth the space
the time,
the energy?
Who am I
to judge myself purely by my mistakes,
my flaws,
my very thoughts?
There is not a man
on this Earth
who is able to decide
where his value lies,
or answer the question,
who am I?
@ellagenetics heres the first one I wrote
are you the stream snaking beside the road?
The Human Mind
By ....... ......
Aren’t we ourselves
in control of our minds?
Do our memories find it necessary to label
circumstances forever based on one event?
Why does our body
dream without our consent?
When we wake, can the
true translation ever be found?
How easy is it for society
to get into our heads?
Are they the ones
who are in control?
Does anyone really
know who “they” is?
Is your “they”
different from mine?
The Sailor
Oh fair beauty what wonders do you behold? what treasures lie beyond the horizon? Will you lead me to my destination? And when you have shown me all you have, will you comfort me in the end?
Questions...
Why is the truth so crazy?
Why is it so sad?
Why should I lie?
Why must I hide?
Why is the truth so crazy?
Why is it a lie?
