Questions, so many questions.
The why and how of things?
The acceptance of ourselves
And all others that pass through?
Those mysteries of Life itself,
Elusive and obscured?
Is romantic Love a real
And lasting thing,
Or a made up Fairytale?
Moments of clarity that vanish
in the mist?
Visions of understanding
That never truly appear?
The answers that elude our wisdom?
The doubts that repress and confuse?
The highs and lows of living,
That forever, ebb and flow?
Clarity that seems eternally,
Just beyond our struggling,
Out stretched reach?

Near a life time lived,
And still more questions,
Than answers stubbornly persist.