I looked up at the sky with my own eyes
A voice said I am high above and are am I
I wondered if there was some truth
I am older and no longer in my youth
The W was my thinking on what
The Y being illusion from yesterday
No beginning but an endless conclusion
Yet my heart is not certain
My soul doesn’t seem to be assured
My life needs detail to be explored
A moment could take an hour
My continued negative thought could end up being sour
Every honor with every story
Praise with everlasting glory
It stands with every circling hour
My why comes near
Yet I feel some astonishing fear
My mind not wanting to question
I don’t want to make a suggestion
But a continued wish in my why
With every effort there seems to be a cry
My Why is the analysis within Try
But I don’t want to get wet but stay dry
With every passing thought, I knew I have been taught
I figured it out, and it’s my understanding in a proven sought.