Why do we breathe, immutable compulsive lies? <br />Have we lost our fear, of the strength of the skies. <br /> <br />What is the essence of pain can anybody tell me? <br />Is it a test of resistance, a pervious introversion. <br /> <br />Why pretend to indulge, in relentless search for peace? <br />When we offer stratagem, diplomatic, downright deceit. <br /> <br />Why are we unconscious, maiming this existence? <br />Will we ever understand, life’s mystical persistence. <br /> <br /> <br />1997 – ©Copyright Lynette Dias-Gouveia<br /><br />Lynette Dias Gouveia<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/four-random-questions/
