Do questions assail You,
About life, it’s purpose, the very nature of our existence?
What are we,
A tool playing our part in a giant show,
Or free will charting our own path,
Or free will look-a-like, contained by,
Rules, expectations, said and unsaid,
Is everything around us living,
Connected by an infinite web of unseen energy,
Where possibly everything can move us,
And we can move everything,
Or the living is littered by dead,
Roads, buildings, stores and homes,
Or homes are alive,
Because we make it so,
And what about love,
Most solemn of all emotions,
Is it natural animal attraction,
Ordained for pro-creation, renamed intelligently,
Or is it a threat to schema of natural balance,
With its unpredictability and force,
Charting the unexpected,
Through expression of Ultimate will,
Or is it the natural balance,
Keeping the worst of animal emotions in check,
Though purity and purpose,
Unchaining and liberating at once,
Do, or, and, is, are,
Questions and questions,
And hope that perhaps,
Some of the answers are correct…..
