The Paradox Project – Four


Questioning the Answer

He used to tell me stories

about birds on trees,

boats on seas,

those and these.

 I used to be satisfied,

nothing to hide;

all’s clear as white,

everything’s in sight.

 Then he went away

across the ocean.

Night and day

I yearned for reason.

 Tales are all I’ve got.

Why settles in my broken heart.



You mustn’t always believe what I say. Questions tempt you to tell lies, particularly when there is no answer.  (Pablo Picasso)


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