a poem, if you can call it that

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    a poem, if you can call it that

    how do you know,

    i could never say,
    why did you give us the time of day,

    how are we in your image,
    we are evil,
    you are like spinach,
    you make us strong when we are weak,
    like popeye,
    we are being all meek,

    thankyou for dying,
    although your moma kept on crying,

    how could you do that for me,
    i mean,
    how did you know what i would be,

    how are you so holy and mighty,
    how do you love us as though we were never unsightly,

    we are unloveable,
    but yet you give us your compassion and make us agreeable,

    how is it possible,
    that you do the impossible,

    why do stand by us no matter what,
    why do wonder why i care about all the whys,
    when it's you that matters more than any other,

    why did you make me like this,
    am i like you in this way,
    do i look like you,
    what is your image?,

    why do i still believe in you,
    i can't even see you!,
    ppl tell me you aren't there,
    others tell me you are always there,

    how do i know what to do when everyone contradicts each other,
    why do i always know you're there,
    you love me just the way i am,
    but yet i change so much that sometimes i don't even recognize myself or acknowledge the changes ever taking place,

    why do i always turn away,
    i know you're right there,
    just like always,
    you are the one thing that is always the same,

    thankyou for that,
    thankyou for being the one consistent and wonderfully constant thing i can always and forever count on,

    you do the unthinkable,
    how?,
    why?,

    it doesn't even matter.
    just always know, that i thank you.

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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