From the petri dish
To the river
And from the puddles
To the plate,
We’ve been dancing
Around like sinners,
Teasing wicked,
Twisted fates.
From the chimney stacks
To the ocean
And from our footprints
To the sky,
We’ve been rubberstamping
Notions,
Inking some
Old stranger’s lies,
We
Signed
Naive.
The old
Are stubborn
With reason,
Sit enough tests
And you’d think
You know all
Of the answers
Too.
But the questions
Keep changing,
That’s why
Some of them
Look miserable
As they feed pigeons
On benches
And whisper secrets
To their dogs.
And some are just angry,
They’ve forgotten
All of the answers
And now there’s nothing
But questions
Spinning
And spinning
And spinning
And spinning,
Dizzyingly so.
That’s why
They often
Sit down.
And as for the happy ones,
The whistle forever ones,
They’ve forgotten it all,
Questions are answers,
Suns rise
And suns fall.
Time flashes like spring
What used to be forever
Is now just naive
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