Questions I Cannot Answer
What is life?
What is breath; what is air?
I see what I see
But am I really there?
What is sight?
How do I know it is mine?
The pain I hear, the pain I feel
I fear is real
But my pain is just a matter of time
What is pain?
How do I know how to feel?
The memories I’m cursed with
How do I know they’re real?
What is memory?
Whom does it serve?
It is a chronicle of my mind
But cannot be spoken, and hence not heard
What is my mind?
Why is my mind to myself unknown?
My thoughts fade, my mind grows.
But how can I tell it has grown?
What is thought?
Why do I think in English?
Yet given the right circumstances
My thoughts I can forcibly extinguish.
What is timing?
Why do things happen?
Is there a method to the madness
Or are no questions worth asking?
What is madness?
Can I be aware of my own?
I tell myself I’m in control
But how would I know?
What is control?
To whom does it belong?
Perhaps I live in an undetermined existence
Or a precomposed song?
What is existence?
Do I exist? Is this something to test?
I continue to live and walk my journey
Until I approach some unknown rest
My path will be forged by choices
Choices I must make myself
For I am the only one who can hear my thoughts
Yet do I truly know myself?
Posted Sep 1, 2020, 11:16 PM UTC
It's a good one. I like the idea of giving meaning to all of these things in your own way but I feel like some of them were forced, timing in particular. I don't think you need to specify too much on things as you already gave us an idea of what you were going for and what you wanted the readers to feel. It's a great start, just some more tweaking and it will be perfect.
Do take it with a grain of salt since i'm not an expert on these kind of stuffs.
Thanks so much for the feedback! Yeah I was struggling to find the right words towards the end; I don’t feel I’ve said what I wanted to get at.
If I can’t control the things that happen to me, then I can’t control my memories, which I indelibly impact my thought process, hence my choices, and ultimately my life. But the timing of things; sometimes things just “line up” (both for good and for terror, in my experience). What does this serve? Who’s pulling the strings? You can hold a rock, see a rainbow, taste spaghetti, and think “okay, this must all be real.” But there’s so much unknown that I can’t begin to comprehend!
Anywayyyyy 😊