Perhaps the Yeses in the wells are empty
And the sun has evaporated all the Nos
A thousand webs cohered in the air
Waiting to be untangled by you
Drowning within the walls of self
Are you this person?
I have seen,
So many dimmed faces, undecided
Waiting on selves to rescue selves
Afraid to lend the truth to their lips
Hiding their yes and no with a smile
A thing that gates their freedom
Waisting it all to pleasure a second
Bubbling it all up like a homemade bomb
Later, bearing all the fruits of misery it births.
And again are you this person?