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Jest As Well

Is anybody there, is anybody listening?
Is all just dead or is it glistening?
The beginning to fend, the crash the dead end
Smoking crystal ball, not knowing the final call.

Questioning all we see, Questioning other's rights to be.
A delirious plain Jane, a complex soul that's driven insane.

Someone's scream inside a glass jar.
A pressed up face in burning car.
Being dragged on a leash, or do we just wish inner peace.

Questioning all we see, Questioning other's rights to be.
A delirious plain Jane, a complex soul that's driven insane.

The thread that sewed my face, the wire that made my haste.
Tear it when abruptly fled, the seams of the skin bled.

No crime was injustly donned.
No one's rotting carcass floating on a pond.
Glad tidings over the airwaves,
Painted on mouths doesn't promote early graves.

Questioning all we see, Questioning other's right to be.
A delirious plain Jane, a complex soul that's driven insane.

Copyright 1992 Angela Y. Rancourt