What is a thing but a thing
What is it worth
What will it bring?
What is a pen but a pen
What will it write
And to what end?
What do you do
When you hold in your hand
not what you thought
But a totem, a memory
A world you forgot?
Who are you if not a world
What is in a soul,
If not an existence undefinable
What if you forget to be a world?
What if growing is losing
What if changing is dying
What if when we are choosing
We're really just lying
Convincing ourselves that each day is new?
What is a pen
If it never writes its name
Where is it from
How is it here?
If you never give it a name
Has it been anywhere
If a thought, a feeling, a life
Was forgotten
Has it died
How many times have I died?
What is there to fear in death
If we do it every hour
On the hour
What is there to fear in ourselves?
We are monsters
Great cinema horrors
Walking Dead