Is it worth writing ‘You know it’
When ‘knowing’ hardly does exist?
Is it worth hunting the drizzle?
That becomes the morning dew,
And evaporates so quickly,
As the sizzling Sun comes thru.
Is it worth that I should love you?
When you know not my sad name,
Is life worth living without you?
In a static, nameless frame.
Is it worth the thoughts I’ve given?
To love, life and the mundane,
Wish I’d never, ever seen you!
Life will never be the same.
Is it worth being a Poet?
Running from Reality,
Changing all that is around you,
Into Dreams that cannot be!

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