"We're always willing to push the line, we call it progress. It's a journey to no where"- Constino
Is there hope for the future?
Is there faith in the preacher?
I am asking for someone,
He can't speak, not anymore
Are there victors of wars?
When it rains and it pours,
Is it 'cause gods are weeping?
Can you ever tire of living?
I am wondering for someone,
She wonders no more
Is there ever a method to madness?
A reason for kindness?
A season for joy,
A lifetime for sadness?
Does life have meaning?
Is humility demeaning?
Would you dance in the rain?
With no music playing?
Do you live for the moment?
Or breath for the comment?
It's for a friend that I seek to know,
To learn, so I may grow
If the devil were right,
Would you give up this fight?
Do you know what you stand for?
I disagree, does it make me a foe?
Does humanity include us all?
Even those with no name to call?
Is it ever in doubt, you get what's coming?
Do you sleep well at night, are the lies ever calming?
I'm weeping for someone, he had a murderer, no mother
Do I need to go further?
Do I really need to bother?
If you listen, you'll hear
In rain, you'll taste a tear
It sure shall be bitter, it's potent with fear
It's who we are, who we've become
There's no right, no wrong
They're silent and have no song.
-Constino
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Rhymes AND Nonsense
PoetryLife is a mountain, it's a fountain, it is a sea. Though we can't live it to the fullest, it goes on after we're gone, it goes on forever more. Life never ends.
