THE QUESTION IS PROOF
If I ask why
you need not reply
the question is proof
Only my ear
can help me to hear
the rain on the roof
What thoughts I own
are shaped by my bone
and etched on my brain
Nothing more real
than the moods I feel
and what they explain
Warm hands or cold
the world that I hold
is all I can show
The more or less
I measure by guess
is all that I know
All that I see
with my eyes is me
and no other truth
Here with my feet
time walks on the street
in age as in youth
Unless you lie
in asking why
you have the reply