listen to the radio
the answers are there.
the light blinds
through an open window.
the answers are there.
the ticking of a clock,
marking time to the
ending of my life.
the answers are there.
the motions of the people,
on the street,
the hard, cold street.
the cars pass overhead.
the answers are there.
inside my mind,
ideas, words, mix and meld.
inside my soul,
good, evil, combine and distort.
inside my body,
the question bursts through
my flesh. |
