Questions are sides you're afraid to take
Questions are statements you're unable to make
Questions are curiosities you're trying to fake
Questions are gambles with nothing at stake
So bend your sickle into a rake
Drive a point through your sentences for everyone's sake.
Your breath can't support a declarative thought
They die in your mind and what have you got
A body filled with nothing except what it bought
A net full of butterflies easily caught
A life gaining nothing which after it sought
A wine never matured but only did rot
Don't surrender your battles before they've been fought
Force your heart through and become what you're not
Let impulse fly before it's forgot
Send your words like an arrow definitively shot
Believe what you feel and forget what you're taught
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