the doubts

the doubts have approached
saying the future is unknown
talking about the difficulty of living
and the easiness of dying,
asking for you to be prone,
asking for those who have moaned
in that fetal position
crying for the help of the unseen
questioning 'what would have been';
half-living, half-dying, no disposition.

Reason flushes the mind of emotion
turning the world
showing a senseless cube
vulnerable to choice of motion
constantly waiting to fold
hoping not the feud.

A quarter, no, an eight
has not to be, as the IT's freedoms and slaveries
are here to show you the gate.