Sat, 01/17/2015 - 01:06 -- k8carr

Questions, plain or simple, are


Puzzling people.

Puzzling people



Advice on all

Sides, angles,

Cliff edges,

Confusion piled high.

Tumult inside is



Questions, Puzzles-

Future. A new Horizon.

Inconcievable, unknown,


Yet planned and

Worried over;

Dreamt and

Wept for.


Still distant.

Still unknown.


Questions are

Simply Puzzling.

This poem is about: 
My community
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