Why is there so noise No one is in poise Is this YOUR rule Or YOU are just playing me fool? Why the people are needy And going so weedy Insecure to face themselves And how the hell it matters to me Sometimes i m high at times low But to YOU my thoughts always bow So tell me the truth Without acting so mean Will it really help Whatever i have seen? Because those thoughts are stagnant Just like water deep Neither can be erased nor reaped They are dead but alive in veils Because yes! the dead do tell tales. #" Queries "
