10/28/18

The Quiz


'Sir?', the voice.
It was in the wind, floating through.
A thousand times it was heard before.

'Yes?', the mind.
Then the word, deliberate and slow.
Eyebrows raised for curiosity's sake.

'The song?', the ears.
One just played, the spacey one.
The meaning underneath is the question.

'That song?', the wit.
A layer of time to begin, like new thoughts.
Then a realization of future eventualities.

'Oh?', the shock.
That it could or would not happen, or not.
Beside and accepting all the currents.

'Why?', the quiz.
Meaning of songs is meaningless, empty.
They are the truth that gets out alive.

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