'Meaning'
-by Elaine Liew

What is this crooing?
What is this wonder,
of all fasciation and speculations?
Minds are mingled
so very scrambled....
What is there to grumble,
when everything is a gamble?

Chances, answers, losers and racers,
What is this nonsense that I speak?
Singing, dancing, eating, drinking.
Must everythign be a symbol?

The world goes spinning.
The waves keep coming.
Everything must crumble.
Hight tide drowns,
Rain always floods,
sun always burns
everything hurts.

Everything is simple,
yet, complexity is eternal.
Why wonder?
-Real truth is never just.
Faces never show.
Voices never tell.
Actions never speak.
Emotions always hide,
caves are too deep to find,
escape is to hard to do,
staying is one's sanctuary.

Cages are my shells,
Where I run from time to time,
giving me shelter from the tides,
shading me from the sun,
hiding me from all life.

Can you understnad my words?
CAn you contemplate my hurt?
CAn you see myself?
CAn I ever stop speaking of oneself!

Does anyone udnerstand,
the complexity of mankind,
the simplicity of our minds.
the suppression
that is hidden,
the meaning,
of this life?

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Copyright Elaine Liew, 1998