the question remains
in the imaginary flights my brain often took
where have gone, the gains of the rook
the question remains
in my soul now bared, a forgotten shook
why are no more the walks by the brook
the question remains
the question remains
in my heart's some unknown virgin nook
was she an angel or was she a crook
the question remains
in the sins in which my being partook
what was the color of the pill I took
1 comment:
Question remains...how an engineer could write such deep and shallow lines :) Nice
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