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
Fantasy

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]