QUESTIONS
We always ask questions, Of ourselves,Of the people we know, Looking for answers,
Questions without answer so it seems,
Can we be sure what they are, True or not,
We start out young, what will we be when we grow up,
They ask us when we are six and again when we are 26,
Do we really know the answer or just a guess,
We find out that love is the most powerful emotion,
But sometimes we find that hate takes it's place,
Our teachers try to tell us, Form us in their image,
Society fits us in by the answers we give,
To the questions we have been programed with,
Yet they tell us to open our minds to expand,
And we ask our selves, What do we want,
What do you want, Really,
Only you can answer that question if you know,
But my question i have lately is one of a paradox,
If the good die young, WHAT ARE WE..........
PHOENIX (c) 6/9/10
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