questions,questions,questions,questions
theres all these questions that are unanswered
to have these questions is to what makes things silent.
silent becuase you can never really answer these questions,
if you could you would not be able to tell any other...
becasue these questions are from antother language another mind,& to not no these answers is what will balance out the world,
questions,questions
they are in everybodys mind,to many things to make this world what is shouldn't,and what runs though my mind is this,
this seeing this miricle,this other...
this heart beat,this beat i cian't explain,
it's like theres this energy inside of me that is my own,but then not...
it's like theres this energy for two,this heart beat is anothers,what is this child inside me,
what is this life i feel?
it is a child,
a child that has picked the wrong way,
a child that will never have the option to eat,sleep,breathe,touch,feel,or even whisper,
to know that i have to take away this heart beat,is to know that i can never forgive myself,
this childs heart beat is not just made of mine but made of anothers as well,
another that this beat will remain unknown to...
and if it becomes revealed a thousand black tears will appear,
it is to be locked up in a box and thrown away,if this box becomes open it is to be burned by my "signifigant other".
why?
well that is another question...
questions,questions
everybody asks and nobody answers...
why are these questions to be?
andother question i ask is why oh why is this childs life up to me?