High
and nothing between me and the deep blue of the sky
and I have to wonder,
not at the wonder but the wonder of why
I could cry.
These incessant questions never leave me alone
even up here
where it all should be clear
I am never as near to the answers I seek
as when I'm down there in the crowd.
I ask myself out loud
what is it that keeps me from sleep and defeats me
and why do I seek when I don't know what for?

It's all needles and haystacks
I can never relax
I feel like my back's up against a solid stone wall.
If I fell
how far would I fall?
If I fall
would I be fallen or would I have fell?
These pointless questions give me hell
I'm on a roundabout
a merry go round
above the ground
way up high
where the moon steals kisses from the deep blue of the sky
I wonder why.
I wonder how and what and when
and again
I wonder
I pen
exhume those words in pain
shout out
roundabout
spinning
beginning to find a trace on the line.
Before I run out of time
I will know
I will go away sated
The journey is long
and I've hated the waiting
the unknowing
of what the picture is showing
and who held the key
was it me?
was that the mystery?
I wonder