Questions I Never Asked

December 22, 1999

Silver skies clear to blue
Deep depths high over my head
Solid ground prevents my fall
To the center heat filled core
This transforming universe
Grows smaller and shrinks bigger
Bombarded with debris
From it’s own

Smooth surfaces made jagged and torn apart
Wind blows and tries to restore order
Twisting and destroying
Freezing and melting blue arcs
Race across the nights pending doom
The star follows its course
Through the known unknown

The ants continue to build
Only tearing down when space
No longer available or capable of maintaining
The voracious hunger that rapes
The constant cycle of fail and succeed
Consequences too soon forgotten
Linger in the dark until others join in
Forcing attention

Still the cycle rolls on
Without a mind of who to blame
No need but to feed the radiation
That helps it realize what is real
And what is not meant to be in this direction
Flip backwards and notice the time
Gone when it was always there
And there when it should have disappeared
Speeding into an oblivion
That only the superior being could notice
But once they are gone so is he

If a tree falls in the forest
And no one hears it
Who is there to believe

If a capsule fills
When does it break

And is there a patience for the answer
Or can it die without ever knowing
That there was some one there
Who made it alive

Sink the idea into the stream
See where it goes when the white waters
Raging through their ravine sweep it away
Traveling and unseen even when contained
Giving only what it can and only what it wants
Stealing the pleasure that from the hunter
Would only mean nothing to it
Fight your challenge to understand
When daydreaming is the only way to find the way
It’s okay to go astray and not think about anything at all
When you come back you’ll see
More than what you thought was or could ever be

Resist it and never know
Questions I never knew
Answers I only made up
And secrets I told to myself
But couldn’t hear because I was blind
Denying what is right in front of my eyes
Sheltering the child inside that grew up
Because it could be a child
And then regressed when it realized
What it couldn’t have as an adult
It would never have as an idea

Sweet dreams creep into the days rest
Reality being better than the fiction that it created
For attention in the mind of the others
That it wanted to know
But never met
The signs not showing the way
Or how to find the path
Full of the wrath that made it question in the first place