Hard to say I used to hate question tags, isn't it?
I never understood the power of a question
at the end of a sentence, like a breath of reaffirmation
a pause, I restate where I left off without tracing back
the thoughts I have. Magic potion, isn't it easier to add
a few letters and suffice the need to restart over and over
again. Like a new excuse, I reach out and jam
a question in the face of uncertainty.
Now each time I lose my tracks, even if the woods
are misty and the vixen are screaming I turn and say
I came here by curiosity and by need, didn't I?
I will exit by owl hoot and fireflies, burning.
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