What of it?

What of Sparks?
What happens to them?
Do they flicker and die?
Or do they resurrect?

What of chemistry?
Is it just inevitable?
Will it unavoidably explode simply by virtue of its ingredients?
Or it is just an experiment?

What of morals?
Or the lack thereof, rather
The willful ignorance of it that spurs guilt
Or is it just useless human judgment?

What of love?
Is it even real?
Is it simple or is it complicated?
Or is it just a sweet, old-fashioned notion? (Tina girl, Amirite?)

What of questions?
Where the answers evade discovery
And the heart sinks deeper
Deeper, and further away.