All I did was ask a question!
And I say, yes. If indeed the answer is an accusation. A justification lost in a defense that you can’t make because in all honesty-
I ask the better fucking questions around here
And at best, you don’t even begin to question the question begged-
You’re just a distracted version of a bigger distraction that can’t sit down long enough to see the mirrors you walk in front of and around-
Day after day –
while clearly never seeing that its a reflection of the reality that you deny in order to live in the fantasy that you call life-
Unexamined they have said is not worth living-
And examining, stepping into the void, bearing the cross, seeking who you are underneath all that you aren’t-
They say, it feels like death.
So either way you die-
But why not choose which way you go?