Category: Writers Block
Who is this, this paradox, this vision of contridictions?
Who is this who wears a masque only few are privilidged to see behind,
Who is this, who wears a veil of mystery,'
Who stands in mirky water,
Who wanders through fog,
Who lurks in shadows waiting
For something to happen,
Who is she who fascinates,
Who makes her thoughts known to few?
Who is this who seems so simple, yet paints with words,
Who is this, who flies on moon beams and sleeps by day,
Whose life is an unread script?
Who is so deep, that no one knows what's behind the masque.
Who is she?
Interesting.
Existentialism at a glance.
If you ask these questions of yourself, (which you do), and your words touch a spark in us all, (which they do),
Then you must reach the obvious conclusion that you aren't alone, and this should give you some solace.
Thanks.
Bob
Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it. dl