There is a WHY in the question of mind

Because it is pretty somewhere else

Here it’s cold and not even the heat of my body warms my heart

Can I be losing my mind? Or mind is losing me…?

I would surrender if I could but I have already done so

Can’t remember though… if I had a choice in the matter

Or the matter had me as a choice

I am surprised by the eternity I live in, shit!

Today… could have been my friend.

 

I think it’s when you’re gone that today surrenders

But surrendering too late… now

So the why in the question of mind

Brings upon more questions…little suggestions

Farther from answers… why?

Can’t I see!

What I can’t see.. a choice or is choice an illusion?

I want to deeply search for why

But why is always a “few” steps ahead of me… why?

It is temporary, this home I live in

Because I've really not taken good care

Of its rooms and the doors are breaking

Questions:

Questions will always be Questions: whether answered.

(inspired slightly by Heath)