I have no more questions
I have no more lies
Yet more stories are needed,
made in a blink of an eye.
I have no more questions though
I have no more lies to tell
Yet stories must be told.
Told in grace,
Wrote in elegance,
Flow easily from the hand without much thought,
Spoken as easily as singing.
Not a story can be written without questions.
Nor can it be written without lies.
An author is no longer an author
when the reason to question and lie
isn’t in grasps.
For an author is just a person
with lies to answer questions.
Sadly an author is no longer I.