Who Answers (First Draft)

Today is the day when it all goes to dust,

Fire,

Implosion,

Explosion,

It doesn’t really matter.

What does is if we are like a phoenix.

And as it does will we rise from the ashes.

If we do when will it be.

And if we do, are we a new person,

Born again,

Or are we effected by the past,

By all it’s people,

By all it’s problems,

By all it’s omens?

Omens which kind?

Or are omens able to be good and bad?

Evil,

Good,

Past good?

Past evil?

Is there such?

Is there perfection,

And if so can we be it?

Can perfection be bad?

Prefectly bad?

Is that the only way it can exist?

What about love?

Oh the holy “Heart”

Their words do ring so true.

But is it just the ring?

Are they true,

Or is it just appearing to be so.

By the time the waves hit our ears, and they translate through our minds,

Are they altered?

Are our minds even capable of comprehending perfection?

Truth?

Honesty?

Do any of these really exist?

Or are they just impossible goals invented to make  the young strive for the best?

But is best for them?

Is it their best?

Or is it societies?

But aren’t we society?

Why can’t we change?

Who answers.