OR

I don't think souls are real
Lest if I did , I think
Whatever our souls are made of
Yours and mine would be the same
OR
As different as a moonbeam from lightning
Or frost from fire

I don't think destiny is written
But if it were, I'd believe
Whatever our paths are paved with
Yours and mine would align
OR
As divergent as a ripple from a wave
Or the river flow from the mountain's peak

I don't think silence speaks
But if it did, I'd hear
Whatever our silences are steeped in
Yours and mine would blend
OR
As different as mist from fog
Or a whisper from a roar


I don't think this is the poems end
But if it was
Oh wait it is !
Did I say it all?
OR
Made no sense after all
When does it stop ?
With us I mean
Or begin...

-Lord Conejoh