Searching, Questions
Do you really think you want to know?
Why it sometimes rains
sometimes snows.
Do you ever want to see the whole of me?
Sometimes a misty blue
sometimes grey.
Do you think I'm just the man that's me?
Sometimes with a bag of needs
sometimes free.
Do you really see what's here beneath the fear?
Sometimes hard to find
sometimes clear.
poem by David Taylor
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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