A Question
Upon the beating of my rebel heart
Lies weight so heavy I can hardly breathe
I cannot place the feeling, but I know
That things are not as brilliant as they seem
I know those words should come out of my soul
To pull them out betrays my honest sense
And so they stay, locked up inside my chest
Sustaining now unbearable suspense
A question hangs upon the air between
A simple question, one which takes no thought
The words unweighed, yet weighty on my mind
The answer, still within my soul, is caught
And so we sit, as stars light up the sky,
The silence stretching thin my false reply.