The Question
The Question
A fire, whose blaze would not heat
It is useless in a device.
A heart, that would not love
It is just a pulsing stone.
A question, when not answered
Turns a mutinous line.
What is seen is always seen
What is unseen is a shadow thrown.
To just see the light, and see it taken away,
Or ignore the brightness, to rejoice in the night...
That is the question.
Is it better to be blind,
Than to be cursed by darkness?