Do you see
It is not the world that is blind
Questions, questions, the many asked
Will god take a seat next to you when you ask where he is or is it just questions you ask, but refrain from true dialogue
Silence, when logic confronts you
On this mortal rock among many, the many grains of sand
This dance across time before the curtains meet
Color, such colors
What side do you choose
The bang of a gun as atrocities are committed, played out in the corner of your eye
Him or us, they or them
The creator or the creature
This dance till death
On a rock among the stars, spinning in space like a desk top gadget repeating an action
Questions, silence, reason and logic
What is the the real beyond the cave
We are sensual beings trapped in a breathing cage clinging to a branch amidst the deluge
What is the real beyond the cave
Us, finite creatures in this melancholy tango
A smile, a chance and life goes on