WHY





Sunrises

Soul Sets.

Eatting a breakfast of new regrets.

Closed the door and lost the key. Is their anyone that is truly Free?

Swelling and Bursting, yet composed and confined.

Some more playful puppetry of cosmic design.

One seat away but, miles apart.

No easy way to stop when it starts.

What is the truth to this imaginary play? Am I the only one on this stage?

Stars that cross and fly by. Loseing their way in the darkest night sky.

Each search leads to the most empty, cold, and Final Question.



WHY?