Questions

Do we face the consequence of oblivion?
Or do we want to feel the breath of exclusion?
Maybe life realises what we don’t want to see
And than, like the devil, tells us how to be
But if life is our breathing soul and blood
Why should we notify the devils pride?
Is it because we need the flood?
Or do we eager death to be our bride?


Questions, questions, questions, questions
Life is full of questions…
But are they questions or the devils suggestions?