What really is thin?
What is really fat?
Is he always the dog?
She in all ways a cat?
If they’re in power
Why do they shake?
Does feeling pain
Cause one to break?
Do we have an anthem
Or just another poem?
When you escape a house
Did you run from home?
When we’re up so high
Don’t we look down?
If you try to remember
Are you apt to frown?
Paint too many rainbows
And it all turns black
So you fall to pieces
Yet you look intact
Oh why bother
Attempting to find
The thing that’s lost
Is just your mind.
Ciera S. Louise c. March 24, 2005