"starlight, star bright, the first star i see tonight
i wish i may, i wish i might, have the wish i wish tonight."
and a calm puff of breath scattering the seeds of a dandelion,
and every coin i ever threw into a well or a fountain,
and each eyelash that i found sitting on my cheek,
birthday candles, some of which i cant recall,
the breastbone of a fowl, snapped in my favor,
the unspecified commonality between these,
resemble a question that never had an answer.
this sort of hopeful inquiry always piled atop
a mountain of absolute certainty,
a peak charted as Belief,
highly elevated,
forever pointing up,
gently whispers from the clouds,
"never forget, always persevere"
because the rocks know us better then we know ourselves
and they are the proof that an Answer exists