Human satisfaction

By: Aurora Alsyanne Lightning

Should you be found,
Where will that be?
Near or Far?
Should you be seen
How will you be?
Big or Small?
Could you be tasted
What will it be?
Sweet or Sour?

Should you be real
What Hardness or Softness
Shall we touch?
If I think of you as elusive mystery
I am the fool
For you will remain the illusion
That blinds us to our fate.