im trying hard to find the answers
to the questions i have never asked aloud.
Im too worried about an explination
to care about the crowd.
because i look at all these books i've bought
but i have never read
and i think about all the word ive borrowed
but i have never said.
why am i looking at the answer insted of the question.
why cant i see the big picture insted of this frame
i want to find all of the questions to my answer
why cant i focus in on the color of the sky
rather than feel every drop of rain?
dead reader. I want more to this poem. so this is a work in progress. okay yeah. dont be surprized to see it again. -Spit-tears
11:38 pm - Sunday, Sept. 15, 2002
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