A Question of Why

If I could connect with the world

this is what I might want, say

for there is another plane could

overcome the same, achieving why.

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Is it true we think the same, just more

in our own heads we play a flute

has resonate sound, a pretty melody.

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We want to feel the same both you and me

We want to feel the same, without a question why

We want to feel the same.

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One earth, one state of mind we share

we ought to come together – if we will.

Finding distant highways draw us near

If we could wander, freedom is the thrill.

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We want to feel the same

We want the world to follow our lead

or find their own.

We want to feel the same.

When I Believe

I cannot disagree

with advice

people try to tell me all the time,

it makes me sometimes

crawl to a stop,

slowly fade into the grout.

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I want to be free,

to not run around scared

watch wheels in motion

that haven’t ever found a way

to make themselves known

when lost on my own.

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When I close one book

the next seems nearby

so easy it is

for me to fall into other worlds

simply to deny

no, rely

upon some distant arm of guidance

comes down to speak to my psyche

tell me everything is going to be

all right.

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And then it starts all over again,

another scenario to embrace.


© aquietwalk 3/2022