02 May 2006

I hate question marks

Maybe one day?
Maybe sometime soon?
Who can really say?

The sun won’t rise

And then again maybe the moon

Will do her job

And pull the sun right up

From where he’s hiding

And launch him high

Into the sky

To burn us all

Once more

To embrace us
With his fire

To light us up

With his temperament

But then again

Maybe it’s all


Who can say?

What a new day

Will bring

Why does the earth

Keep on turning?

And why does my mind

Keep on churning?

If I close my eyes now

What will you see?

What will be there?

Who will I be?

Right now.

[12 April 2006]

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