An Answer
To You, I’d used to address my man covered with grime
Poetry was space of style and dressing that I fill
Panicked, incapable, feared loosing rhymes
I thought once: my language of filling fell ill
Even now as I’m struggling to unclothe You, I’m still wrong
With more confusion, madness I dress you like a spruce
Well, I have a first why (readers) added to your hurried Whys
I’m confused and nothing can ease me like rhymes
Why I keep writing, if I still can’t say who I’ am? ain’t that an abuse?
Well, there is always place for questions and I have the all night long
Questions are human’s one n only answer: don’t know.
All answers are just veiled questions. Time’s up for covers to blow
Time to be free of answers, no more questions to conceal
Only questions can turn out truth: new answer? Misguided again, I feel
Watch the oceans, winds and desert, in silence life goes on
Watch whales, birds, and ants with no answers at all
Speaking to life with life not with foolish words
Life can’t be judged by the language of best and worst
Yes, the oceans told me that life wasn’t written in a book
Nor sang in a song or pictured in a film because life was alive
Life wasn’t death to talk about with known pain to brook
Life was alive speaking to us like sun : inviting roses to thrive
Why? Why Should I wake few hours later, living meanings of life?
Why shouldn’t I go: swim with whales, work with ants n fly with birds
Why should I take a picture from an angle which never recreates life?
Why, should I learn languages, while I could be part of the picture, speaking language of worlds?
if I could speak life, I wouldn’t fear loosing rhymes! Or needed to address you my man
Because I’ll be you and you’ll be me, I won’t need stupid words anymore
No poetry, no descriptions, no judgment, no ‘wisdom’, no answers
Only love of life, love that can never be expressed or released with pen
All those questions I posed were only first mumbles, I guess
Tomorrow, I’ll pose no more questions, I’ll simply say to life ‘yes’
Then I’ll speak life like birds n ants, celebrating life is the only thing to remember
Only then, I can speak life, shouting not mumbling and knowing for sure that my saying(this last one) is answer!!!!
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