What is it that makes you scared of the dark? It is merely light unto which you cannot see. What is it that makes you hate people? They are merely your friends with different personalities. What is it that makes you fall in love? It's merely hate with a twist. What is it that makes you beat up someone? Their face doesn't want to meet your fist. What is it that makes you run and hide? You are always going to be seen by something. What is it that makes you yell? Your yelling is merely singing. Pointz to ponder (c) November 19, 1998
Reason for writing:
I am often imaging of wild things. Things people often don't image. I thought, so everyone could see it through my eyes, I'd write it in a poem.
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