Are we crazy to live this life we lead?
Are we insane to have this heart that can bleed?
Are we un-sane to think like the rest?
Are we the one’s to be the best?

Is this just something we were told?
Is this just something to tide us over till we’re old?
Is this just some kind of dwelling fear?
Is this just something to fade and disappear?

What are the choices left to pick?
What are the pins that prick?
What are the points that stick?
What are the people thinking that are sick?

When do we know the question to ask?
When are we to have to perform our task?
When are we to take off that mask?
When are we to finish last?

09/05/2003

Author's Note: I wrote this in typical question form.. I seem to love this type of poem.. since I keep running across them....

Posted on 09/05/2003
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