Puzzles

There are some questions
Haunting the chosen souls
Each passing day
Lingering in this polluted air
And won't go away

There are some puzzles
That even the greatest heart
Could not answer

Why is it much more easier
To destroy, than to nurture
To abandon, than to care
To kill, than to spare

To take, than to give
To avenge, than to forgive
To hurt, than to heal
To pretend, than to be real

To insult, than to give credit
To blame, than to admit
To argue, than to tolerate
To condemn, than to appreciate

To speak, than to listen
To judge, than to understand
And most of all
To hate, than to love...


ash komikiwa
7.27 pm
18/02/2000
Friday