Sandra Feldman - Questioning, please.

We are such a mixture of,
I don't know what,
Such a Cocktail of this and that
Should I take off my hat?
Or continue to question with 'what'
Makes us so paradoxically- mysterious?
I ask till I become delirious
Love, hate, lust, bust,
Love, then kill at will,
Make, create, destroy,
House of cards,
And that Horse,
Helen of Troy.

Civilizations come and go,
Are we the same? I do not know,
All our lives, the question Is
Why are we here, and What is This?

Sandra Feldman

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