What if everything and nothing could be redone
To a shade or a color or a word or a song?
What if depravity and audacity could be unsaid
To a leaf or a branch or a tree or a field?
What if life and death were not as it were
Rather a wind or a whisper or crash or a cry?
Every moment tries to steal the heart away
Or is it the other way ’round?
Every feeling seeks to step on another
Or is that we’re so deceived?
I wonder… but never see
Was I supposed to?
I seek… but I don’t find
Isn’t that ok?
I knock… but no one answers
Should I keep knocking?
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