• Love
    Is it real?
    Or is it just a wondrous dream
    Created by the minds of those
    Who have no better way to pass the time?

    Time.
    Is it truly as short as we say?
    Or do we live on in the memories left behind
    Of all that we have said and done?

    Hate.
    Is it as raw an emotion as it seems?
    Or is it more of a raging fire,
    Uncontrollably burning everything in sight?

    Life.
    Is it so mysterious?
    Or did we find the missing piece
    and kick it aside like trash?

    Sorrow.
    Is there a way to stop it?
    Or will it freeze our souls,
    And harden our hearts until we no longer care?

    Questions.
    Are there answers to any of them?
    Or must we continue to live our lives in ignorance,
    And act as the puppets that so many of us are?

    Someday, my strings will be cut and I'll be out of this farce called society, free to soar above the clouds that obscure our lives.