Treasure Island

Steven Harris


Questions?


There comes a
time when
you need to
as a human
question everything
be the questioner
of the person
everything that happens
on this floating
void
needs to be questioned
every decision
needs to be questioned
why should everything
be accepted
it shouldn't
never accept it
question it
whatever it is
just say what, why and how
thats the best thing
we have right now
is those three words
what, why and how
take this ball
of rock
with these people on it
and say those words
all the time
don't sit back and accept
it
just ask those questions
and never care for what the answer is
forget the answer
every answer just has
another question
attached to it
drink up
and ask a hell of alot of
questions.

Submitted: Saturday, June 08, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 31, 2013

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