do u ever wonder if ever there was a purpose?
do u ever think that u r given a reason?
do u imagine it to be any different?
these questions and more are preparing for battle in the minefields of my mind.
for wat it's worth every question is armored with probabilities,
possibilities,
negativities
positivities.
they backfire, they elude, they fade out unheard.
strategies are being planned words are being tortured, answers are in pursuit.
all seeking the same thing, they twist and capitalize they scramble, they erase,
they try to form a different race. the questions retire in the back of my mind,
after a long wordy war, exhausted, weary and tired the questions surrender.
no answer found.
they strive to hold on to their positions as they try all sorts of inquisitions.
they are thrown into the rhetorical cells.
confined into the solitary state forever.
the answers now would never be found.
all the questions have thrown their letters to the ground.
the rhetorical state rules over my mind.
questions in solitary are planning the next escape
anarchy will soon prevail
answers will come forth
meanings will surrender
possibly. maybe. rhetorically.