M
Knot Enough
Much like a room with no floor
Makes for one with no ceiling
A life becomes a chore
When lived only by feeling
There is a question I dare beg
Much like the chicken
And that mysterious egg
Would our senses quicken
Can we even comprehend love
Or confuse anything for real
Againts what would our thoughts shove
If we had an inadequecy to feel
Does human existence have a chance
Or even a glimmer of hope
Give into emotion or circumstance
To our gallows we bring a rope
C.W. Farwell 6-4-2011
Much like a room with no floor
Makes for one with no ceiling
A life becomes a chore
When lived only by feeling
There is a question I dare beg
Much like the chicken
And that mysterious egg
Would our senses quicken
Can we even comprehend love
Or confuse anything for real
Againts what would our thoughts shove
If we had an inadequecy to feel
Does human existence have a chance
Or even a glimmer of hope
Give into emotion or circumstance
To our gallows we bring a rope
C.W. Farwell 6-4-2011