I have a Poem. This one.
No one really knows
What goes on beyond
The sphere of blue and green.
No one really knows
How often you cry.
And why.
It rains when you wash your car.
No one really knows
Why the hummingbird flies
And dies.
So soon.
No one really knows
Why imagination can only be grasped
In dreams
And words.
No one really knows
Why lust is more persuasive than love,
Why men are stronger,
And women are softer.
No one really knows
How the human mind works
Or why it breaks.
No one really knows
How much I desire to escape.
Through a television screen,
Into a world of beauty.
No one really knows
How to save the planet.
But apparently, it’s up to
Us.
No one really knows
What life will bring,
What’s coming our way
And who we will collide with.
No one really knows
What the hell we’re doing here anyway.
