Four Random Questions Poem by Lynette Dias Gouveia
Four Random Questions
Why do we breathe, immutable compulsive lies?
Have we lost our fear, of the strength of the skies.
What is the essence of pain can anybody tell me?
Is it a test of resistance, a pervious introversion.
Why pretend to indulge, in relentless search for peace?
When we offer stratagem, diplomatic, downright deceit.
Why are we unconscious, maiming this existence?
Will we ever understand, life’s mystical persistence.
1997 – ©Copyright Lynette Dias-Gouveia
I remember you! A bit 'formal' but good content, well delivered. Best H
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4/19/2024 8:33:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
'Why do we breathe, immutable compulsive lies? Have we lost our fear, of the strength of the skies.' i especially liked this stanza.. sometimes we forget that we are trully weak and a part of a bigger world to which we mean nothing.. HBH