Where do I stand?
There he brightly basked
Looked, in surprise
I perplexed, wherein his answer lies
A plain question, I penned
Words I scribbled without an end
He creased his wishes
No feelings did he send
Of creativity, I say
This russet evening today
I penned down long
Lingering expression juxtopposed stand
Hurting limbs, denying utterances
Stubborn enough to leave my hand
Do you feel?
For the feelings, I seal
I feel so lo'
Still, you ponder and say
"I don't know"
