Questions

I question life and its complexity, I ponder the will of man and how we choose to go forward, though there’s no direction without warning.

I gaze toward the sky with a peering eye for salvation. That only comes from within, yet I grasp at the imaginable, the dreaming mind that falters at a whisper.

There’s a wind at my back, pushing, pushing, agonizingly pushing me toward a precipice unknown. I hesitate for just a moment and decide to let it lead toward my destiny. Will I falter? Will I fail? Will I fall?

Do you gaze onward, looking for brighter pastures? Does it bring a flutter to the heart, a speed to the feet?

There’s an ancient song in the air, something somber yet sweet cascades over the howling winds and takes hold of the spirit, takes hold of life, takes hold of the breath.

I wonder through the years, taking stock of my misfortunes and grateful offerings, taking heed of the warnings I hadn’t seen before, and shaking my head at so many mistakes.

Do you gaze at the moon? Do wonder like me what could have been and isn’t?

I fixate on tragedy, the comedy of it all, and finally understand Shakespeare. There is never sweetness without the sour.

My mind like a sieve, showers many a thought being left for dead, struggling behind me, gasping for air like a dying fish rescued from drowning.

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C’est La Vie

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