I’m looking for something
but I can’t find it.
but the question is too big for my understanding.
Maybe I need to simplify it
so my mind can justify it.
The prison of these airless walls –
plays tricks on my cognitive spark;
reminding me not to question this journey of purpose
because I didn’t come here to speak in art.
I question life.
I question death.
I question the living feeding on the living.
But most of all I question the future
Because I’ve seen the faces of children dying in the snow.