What's That?

Who are you?
I recognize your crest.
Who are you?
I remember you're the best.

What's that?
My ears are filled with wax.
What's that?
I cannot hear the facts.

Where are we?
A place without a name.
Where are we?
The space where we're the same.

When did it?
That time you tried to prove.
When did it?
That once time did not move.

Why are you?
I guess I'll never know.
Why am I?
My guess is you're too slow.



Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2006-11-11 at 05:32

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