Some days, you think you can
figure it all out, you know…
Find answers to still unasked questions
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
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.