Elucidating Questions

Too many roads, so many options. Places and things and thousands of human choices.

Choices already made thousands and thousands. Even gone in nothing the words still existed. The things that were said still happened when told

And inspite the start and middle and the end and those things that happened.

At some point it made sense, and then it didn’t. As it is, still sitting in silence so what is the result?

That the wind is blowing on an afternoon that merely is the beginning of the day.

Trying to keep it together when it wants nothing more than to break. The feeling of beats taken for reasons unknown.

If thoughts are on trial and feelings disregarded,

The mind just shuts down, if you take away the wings and drown out the sound of it.

For truly what reason could this be, that this place is here and here there is me,

Merely sitting and looking at asphalt rivers, waiting for the time to leave so the day can happen

And then be over.