Blue Questions

This is not one of my favorites, but I feel that there may be others out there in the world that would like this.

WBS 9/1/99

My senses are fading fast

I can not see what is before my blinded eyes

I can not hear the spoken word through my deafened ears

I can not taste the sweet nectar, my tongue is numb

I can not sing the pleasant melodies, I am dumb

All I have left is the touch, but it too is coming to an end, a halt, to become intangible.

If my senses leave my weary temple, will I become lesser in my knowledge and understandings
If I can not see the end, will it come
If I can not hear the cry, will there be tears
If I can not taste the bitterness of life, will it get better
If I can not sing a song of joy, will the world be forever in agony
If I can not touch the hearts of many, will there be a mournful loss before us

Will I keep putting blame on the path to destruction
or try to change the map to my survival guide






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