Commonword Blogs

I can't see red
The flowers forget me
But I see your passion

I can't see green
Nature surpasses me
But I see your envy

I can't see blue
The sky overlooks me
But I see your sadness

I can't see black
The darkness deceives me
But I see your secrets

I can't see white
The stars shine beyond me
But I see your pureness

I can't see gold
THe sun sinks without me
But I eee your smiles

‘Why’ is a question
And ‘Y’ is a letter
‘Y’ is not a question
And ‘Why’ is not a letter

Why is ‘Y’ not a question?
And why is ‘Why’ not a letter?
Why is ‘Why’ a question?
And why is ‘Y’ a letter?

What would happen if ‘Y’ was a question?
And if ‘Why’ was a letter?
Would ‘Y’ want to be a question?
And would ‘Why’ want to be a letter?

Why do we ask questions?
Why do we not know?