Monday, September 14, 2015

Cycles


You ask me a question.
I answer it the best I can.
No sooner than the sentence is finished,
You ask the same question again.

I repeat the same answer.
As Inside I feel  a little fear.
When I contemplate my future,
I know my turn is near.

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