'Inquiry'

'Inquiry'

How are you still pretending

You don't feel what you feel?

Living life with crippled wings

When flying could be real.

Why are those dry Eyes smiling

When they're holding

Back a flood?

How long must you make payments

With all of your

Life's blood?

How are you still pretending

You don't feel what you feel?

Come...Lovely bird

The sky awaits...

Kesti©

December, 1999