What are we and why? Inspired by Leonard Cohen

Leonard speaks of suicide
and the beauty of a rose;
of shrieking hunter's endless lies
and questions our strongholds.

Locking oneself into suffering,
oh, how he speaks to me.
How I've closed with sealing wax
those pleasures that were free.

He sings of lust as if an age
to which an era's born.
Half of it is future
and half of it forlorn.

Crying out in nightmare
Identity is lost.
Like the lamb is slaughtered,
innocence pays the cost.

Searching for the answers
between the starlit skies.
His poetry, it questions;
what are we and why?

Writer's Block: Sounds Good to Me

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Harrumph! Ginormous and flapdoodle

duh. ~Mab