What Is Real
I saw a tree crying in the rain
A woman hurting with no pain
The wind blowing but I couldn't
prove it
The earth spinning but I could
not move it
The song itself could not sing
The thought it travelled with no
wings
The words alone could not
speak
The gauge could measure but
could not heat
The ocean roared but could not
rain
The valley moves not yet isn't
lame, and a deck of cards can't
play a game
A knife can cut but can't taste
the meat
And a drum can never hear a
beat
yet a broken heart can keep on
beating
Fall leafs can fall without
leaving
But can you cry without your
tears?
Can time go by and not make
years?
Can you lose your mind and
still be sane?
Can she hurt . . . and not feel
pain?
And a tree can't cry in pouring
rain
But looks can be deceiving and
memories can fail
Perhaps it was the woman
crying in the rain, and the tree
that could not feel
For who's to say what's really
real?
Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2013
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