Smoke and mirrors
first hide my fears,
but reflection will
expose them.
Sticks and Stones
May break my bones
May break my bones
And if the world went silent
And if the world held still,
would I hold still, too,
or keep on searching to find
something out there left to do?
And if the world went silent,
would I be quiet as well,
or would I make cacophonous music
with a piano to forte swell?
And if the world was all over,
would I at last find some peace
or would I worry about forever
even after my release?
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