What is pain? What is pleasure?
What is one without the other?
What is beauty? What is horror?
Except to the eye of the beholder?
You are pleasure, you are pain,
When others are gone you remain;
You are horror, you are beauty,
You scare me yet you seduce me.
What is joy? What is sorrow?
What is the anxious unruly tomorrow?
What is lust? What is hate?
Can we really escape this fate?
You are joy, you are sorrow,
You are the reason I look to tomorrow
You are lust, but never hate,
You increase my heart rate.
What is one without the other?
What is beauty? What is horror?
Except to the eye of the beholder?
You are pleasure, you are pain,
When others are gone you remain;
You are horror, you are beauty,
You scare me yet you seduce me.
What is joy? What is sorrow?
What is the anxious unruly tomorrow?
What is lust? What is hate?
Can we really escape this fate?
You are joy, you are sorrow,
You are the reason I look to tomorrow
You are lust, but never hate,
You increase my heart rate.
Oh! Nice work on this one Oz. I love so many little things in here that are expressive in so many big ways. The last two lines sort of bring a little smile. Great piece! :-)
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