A Question Never Asked
(One lived in reality, the other in dreams. No bridge connected them, so they walked away.)
They met beneath the chandeliers bright,
With hopeful hearts and cautious light.
They spoke of songs, of feasts, of plays,
Of leaders lost in power’s maze.
They weighed their names, their heights, their fate,
Their earnings, homes, their social state.
They traced the lives of those next door,
And watched the world on OTT’s floor.
They mapped their days, from dawn to dusk,
In measured words, in careful trust.
Yet, in the talk of fact and real,
One truth lay quiet, yet unsealed.
Not once was asked, nor once revealed,
If dreams and myths could yet be real.
If one believed in lands untold,
While one stayed firm in logic’s hold.
And so, they sealed their fates that day,
With vows that spoke, yet left unsaid,
A world imagined, cast away,
Or one denied, yet still unshed.
