Some days, you think you can

figure it all out, you know…

Find answers to still unasked questions

Some days.

Sometimes, you think you know.

Even when you’re having difficulty

distinguishing thought from feeling.

And those days seem easier.

Limbo, while “free-spirited” really is no fun.

It restrains you, from control; leaves you

inquiring . . . about your very own life,

So why? Why then do you struggle

to create your way, instead of

finding it?

Why, then, is the grass equivalently

green – or not so?

Which is worse, and what’s the difference?

Some days you drown yourself

in the residual waters of disappointment

To avoid the purified droppings of hope

. . . because . . .

Hope, is an unasked question.

and you’re still searching.

seeking. Answers.