Questions

Questions

A Poem by speakingcolors
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Just some questions I've had and I'm sure you have, too. It took me awhile to finish this. I had the idea of a song with only questions but writers block took over for a period of time.

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Is the moon really made of cheese?
Is the talk really about the birds and the bees?
Are stars just fireflies stuck in the sky?
Or is all that I’ve been told a lie?

 

Are raindrops simply just God’s tears?
And should everyone really face their fears?
Doesn’t life always have to be fair?
And why does it seem that people don’t care?

 

If time is money, what’s this green?
Why does it turn the nice people to the mean?
And why are there people who are so poor,
But there are the rich who want so much more?

 

Why do we cling to the fairytales we’ve been told all our life?
Why does all we yearn for lead to strife?
Will I ever find someone who has answers for these questions?
Or will I walk clueless through my life?

 

Was it one man that November?
Or was it one plan that had more than one member?
What is the difference between wrong and right?
Or are they the same when viewed with no light?

 

Is it better to love and lose,
Than never love and never choose?
Why is there even a thing called hate?
And that first love’s kiss, is it all that great?

 

Can I see me with my eyes closed?
Why does everyone keep ly’n if everyone knows?
Who’s the person that hides behind the mask?
How many questions do you think I’ll ask?

 

Why do we cling to the fairytales we’ve been told all our life?
Why does all we yearn for lead to strife?
Will I ever find someone who has answers for these questions?
Or will I walk clueless through my life?

© 2008 speakingcolors


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This is really fantastic, great job, keep writing :)

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speakingcolors
speakingcolors

somewhere outside looking in, PA



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poet/songwriter/author sometimes I feel so much it hurts. i have all these thoughts running through my head, little segments of a whole that i can't see. most of them never get put down in writ.. more..

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