Suspended like a dust mote.
I wondered, would it fall?
Or remain hanging above us all.
It's still there above me.
Waiting to be resolved.
Until time passes and it fades, but never quite goes away.
My life is filled with unanswered questions.
Hanging just above my head.
Others find a way to rub them
Until they're erased off the grid
Yet somehow I've never wanted to do the same
Because what if someday I find...The answer to a question I had. But no longer have the question in mind?
So there they gather, an eclectic clutter.
Some deep, some dark, some light, some old
There they hang. Above us all. Everytime I say hello.
I'll wonder, and the question will glow. Until someday it's light is too dim, to even register in sight.
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