What's the point?
No one seems to know
It almost seems as if
no one will ever know
But I'll insist and ask again
What's the point?
Silence
Repeated by more silence
But I'll insist and ask again
What's the point?
"I don't know"
Well neither do I
And I'm not fine
With that excuse
Made from excuses
To try to define
My life
Your life
And everything in between
It almost seems like silence
Was a better answer
But I'll insist and ask again
What's the point?
I know the answer will never come
But I'll insist and ask again
And again
And again
Until finally I give up
But it's not the asking
That I'm giving up on
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Mine
PoetryThis is a series of original poems that I wrote so that I could clear my head a bit.
