without a question

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
we all ask questions from time to time,but who are we really asking?

Submitted: May 03, 2009

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the water that runs over my body

washes away the dirt

then how come when i have a drink

it doesn't wash away the hurt

how come when i have a joint

i feel so good inside

how come the good feeling

always seems to subside

how come when i'm happy

nothing can go wrong

but how come when i'm happy

the feeling doesn't last too long

how come when i eat

i feel full and content

and how come the road i travel along

always seems to be bent

how come when i sleep

i seem to be at peace

how come when i'm awake

the world goes right through me

how come when i think

i believe i can achieve the unbelievable

but how come when i speak out loud

isound like a fool

how come when i'm alive

one of my thoughts is of death

how come i can't concentrate on the good

and the bad just forget

how come no one can give me an answer

without a question

how come?

By briAnRcosTer.


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