Questions, Questions

Questions, Questions

Longing for a comfort so long forgotten,
Tears remain dry but the pain grows stronger,
The absence of something important
Creates such unrest.
Words flowing from a vault that's been sealed
Feelings hidden,
Fears forgotten.
A broth bowling over with each new pause
Is there really a right time?
What's lacking?
No bright lights or silent wedding bells
No buzzers or signs,
Nothing to guide what's left behind.
This isn't Vegas but Vegas is everywhere?
Reach out, but how,
To try and fail
Is it better than seclusion?
How? How, how?
Decisions seem so hard for even the little things,
Do holes await around the bend?
Without a safety survival is meek
Or is it bleak?
If life is full of peeks and valleys
How far down do they go?
A canopy blinds eyes from the sky
Or is it the other way around?
Time seems wasted,
Is that possible if each second is a new lesson?
Knowledge unstuck means nothing at all
That's for sure,
Or is it?
Questions. Questions, questions.
Come back another day,
Be Gone!