What moves your motion?

What makes your making?

What are your ingredients and why are you baking?

Do you buy bread from the store?

Only to have it rot and buy more?

Or do you know

How to knead your own dough?

Questions within questions

Yet you cannot catch them all

Simply put

I’m not so simple as to be easily overlooked

Turning pages is your master

As the train of thought rolls down tracking it down

22

Are you ready to bloom?

Are you made to bust?

Will your head explode, or will it someday be in a museum gathering dust?

A pint of Hefeweizen

Eclipsed with an orange

Fish fry Friday

I look forward to it every Friday morn

After a week of being battered and dipped

I enjoy it in the company of those whom I miss

It’s a tradition where I hail

It happens without fail

Like the rising of the sun

Or gravity pulling me down

But somewhere in the land of lakes

A fisherman throws out his bait

Are you merely dying?

Or are you miraculously here?

Are you anxious to set the past behind you?

Or are you excited to enjoy this next year?

Does the thought of me

Do anything to you?

Do you think about me at all?

Do you wonder why in the galaxy, our paths crossed like chickens?

Are you glad that we no longer can read each other’s eyes?

They say that eyes are gates to the soul

I say mine are filled with years of rock n roll

Tumblers of whiskey

And the disappointment of low EQ

But dancing behind all that

There is the muse

The muse of musings

The muse of losing

The muse of losing each and every muse

The muse of growing

Like sunrise into the blue

What lies behind your eyes?

In the depths of your hair?

Are you still searching

For that breath of fresh air?

I hear Tahiti is nice

This time of year

It’s like the shield of the ocean

Protecting skin laid bare

Questions and Answers

Call and Refrain

It’s a song sung on high seas

During a battle that’s just born

The fury of the ocean

Wrought in the furnace of thought

Maybe you know answers

That I do not

Maybe I’ve got questions

That will provoke a sudden thought

Maybe mystery

Is a common thread

Maybe searching

Is how you end up being lead

What if we all

Just laid back and laid bare

Hidden in a forest

Of eternal dreams

Where everything is everything

While the turntable spins

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