Growing Stranger ~ Philip Brent
Time that I work from back to front
Don’t worry if you don’t understand
It is just my way of fooling my brain
To discover what I don’t understand
Might it be, I’ll never have answers
Maybe I’ll never know the questions
In a time and place like all the others
Queries abound, rumors run rampant
Do we, any of us, learn right answers
Are there no answers, simply choices
Choices of what we do, what we say
Which need no lengthy explanations
Simply knowledge whether they help
Or harm us all, on our way to oblivion
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