What Is

What does it mean to be the wind?

What’s hidden from all within skin?

As shadows blow, my mind enfolds, 

Seeking what’s real from pure feel

 

What is a thought that’s unseen?

Does it exist outside dreams?

Unless brought to reality, 

It’s just mental fatality.

 

What is a man but a ghost?

Brought to life, by names in a toast

As he passes though life,

Seeking love after strife.

 

What is a life without fear?

When love is the thing shining clear.

Savoring every pleasure,

Enjoying life’s treasure.

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