Poetry by Jeff Green

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Perhaps

by cricketjeff on July 18, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

When I breathe in all the questions that I’ve seen upon the Earth
I’ll exhale a cloud of answers in a joyful puff of mirth
With no clothes I shall be naked so I’ve given up control
Now there’s nothing that is faked I’m not here to play a role
I am living proof of something but I’m yet to find out what
And the only things I’m sure of is how many things I’m not
So to all my friends and strangers I am here to hold your hand
Just give up the thought of dangers and perhaps we’ll understand