This and That

What is the light without the dark,
What is a dog without it's bark,
What is a stadium without it's crowd,
Is the world ever heard,
Do you think it is loud,
Or is the sound of everything as soft as a cloud,
Can you have this without that,
Can you have water but no wet,
Can you breathe in the air but still have no breath,
Do you think the wind know from which, why, or from whence it blows,
Is the world round or still flat,
Or is to those that witnessed just that,
Can you yell all alone in a tirade of pain,
When you do is it it still pain,
Or do you need a witness to confirm that you're sane,
What is the frost without the mastery of cold,
What is the hot when the sun shines so bold,
Are the rays real or do you have to see,
The reason you may ask if you were a tree,
Can you still have a soul without extending your hand,
Or are you simply dismissed as the one that won't stand,
Questions are questions but at first they are thoughts,
But without someone listening life is just not,
Not to be done or even to end,
But to simply take over for yourself you defend....