Musings of A Troubled Youth
If it was nothing then,
Nothing now....
How can nothing stretch on
Into so much
Forever?
No answers. Few questions?
Merely a meadow.
If that meadow were mine- truly mine-
I would be
Content,
Without questions
For which there are
No answers.
Loneliness
Stalks
The midst of a city,
Offering everything
Except anything,
Making promises
To someone else.
If a word were a sketch,
I would paint a mural
Of all there is,
And they would call it a Masterpiece,
For it would explain
What my heart could not:
There would be a city
And a meadow,
Divided by a desert.
Nondescript beings
Laughing, crying, screaming.....
No tears. No reasons. No hopes.
Those standing backwards,
Smiling,
Those facing forward,
Crumbling.
And the builidngs would have
No rooftops.....
The streets:
No trees.
Then I would cover it all
With a Rainbow of
Possibility.
Just that.
And everything would be
Clear.
