Wonder...

I don't know where I left it... Cuz I didn't leave it behind... I don't know how to look for it... Cuz I don't know what to find... I don't know if I did it right... Cuz I didn't do it... How do I look at it so close... When I can see right through it... I wonder if my tears are seen... Or if my crys are heard... I wonder if that's possible, Since I've never said a word... I don't know how to pray at night, Cuz I don't know what to believe... I don't know if my pain is gone... Cuz I've never had pain to relieve... I don't know if the water's cold, Or if it's me that's hot... I don't know if the tide is in, Or if it's me that's not... How do I climb a mountain... When I only have a hill... How do I make the glass half full, When there's no glass to fill... How do I ask the question, When there is none to ask... How do I drink the vodka, When empty is the flask... How do I capture lighting... When there is none to see? How do I start a fire... When there is none in me? I don't know if I'm dying... Cuz I've never been undead... How do I make the clear true sense... Of these thoughts in my head???Spurr of the moment poem. And yet... one of my favorites. Written April 7th, 2002 © on Apr 08 2002 09:05 AM PST, Brandon   0 • 10