How do you sell a gun to one who owns three?
How do you pick a rose guarded by a bee?
How do you make a promise to someone if you've made it already?
How do you make someone believe you when you've lied and they know it?
How do you find the truth and how do you show it?
How do you make a promise if it's empty?
How do you show someone it's full and plenty?
How can you answer these questions if you've never lived a lie?
How can you tell me it will all be alright?
How can you show me the truth in your words if there is no light?
Why am I still up at ten o'clock at night?
I'm still pondering these questions
To me they prevent sleep
I'm still pondering these questions
They are why I weep
I'm still pondering these questions
They baffle me so
I'm still pondering these questions
And after hours
I still do not know.
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PoetryEach means something Something incredible A personal experience A small story encasing a deep meaning Read each with a mindful eye In doing so, you may feel what I do I may feel what you do So take your time and hold each word close For each means s...
