[Tyr Zalo Hawk]: 712.Poetry.Wha
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that pop into my head
There are hundreds
and thousands galore!
But of all these many
it can be truly said
That those important
number three or four.
So in hope of much better
than these, in their all
Here I will tell them
My questions to you.
Oh what is a life
your spirit, your soul?
A million ideas would
come out of the blue!
But what if your thoughts
Are all not your own?
How much longer will
life let you live?
And if all the people
reap what they've sown
How can any have
extra to give?
So in conclusion
my folks and my dears
Let not your spirits
deceive you and lie.
For in the hallowed
depths of your fears
Now lay questions
From which you can't hide.
© Tyr Hawkaluk (2004-Present)