Where does it start, where does it end
Where is it leading to
Is it even moving at all
Is it even there
Is it inside, is it outside
Is it somewhere, is it something
Have I something to do with it
Does it have something to do with me
Do I look for it
Does it look for me
Do I look forward to it
or is just a chase of time
Does it accept me the way I am
Do I accept it the way it is
Is it even there, the way it is
am I even, the way I am.
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No Point Talking.
PoetryThere is no point talking about it. In fact, there is nothing to talk about. So, what do we have? This is not classical poetry. It is not contemporary either. The words used are simple to mean what they intend. Sentences are easy and sensible. Yet...
