If, Why, How
I am lost in the if’s and why’s, and the how’s of
this bitter melody.
What shake will break us loose of this?
If I were..
Why do we..
How can I..
adjust this static into our..
These if’s will kill me,
if these why’s can’t see,
and teach my how’s to soothe you.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
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