things I have been thinking about
I Question
I question,
why it gets bland when it's old,
the high mountain in the distance,
the love that you want,
but can't find.
I question,
this damn thing that-
doesn't always work the way you want it to.
I question,
when it starts to make sense,
and the answers get weird,
and then I feel uncomfortable.
I smell baby food.
I smell Mars.
I question if I should-
keep looking for those dreams,
and those desires, those fires-
those mistakes.
I question where I have gone wrong,
what could I have changed?
why it gets bland when it's old,
the high mountain in the distance,
the love that you want,
but can't find.
I question,
this damn thing that-
doesn't always work the way you want it to.
I question,
when it starts to make sense,
and the answers get weird,
and then I feel uncomfortable.
I smell baby food.
I smell Mars.
I question if I should-
keep looking for those dreams,
and those desires, those fires-
those mistakes.
I question where I have gone wrong,
what could I have changed?
