Bear’s certain
it’s a bear
alone with salmon
it’s a bear
on the mountain
it’s a bear
up a canyon
it’s a bear
eating berries
it’s a bear
sedated, carried
it’s a bear
answer, query
it’s a bear
clown or faery
it’s a bear

I’m looking for your answer.
I want to grab it, strangle it,
manipulate it in my hands,
tear it out of the air
Force it into paper
And make it your answer.
Until it reaches into your brain
but pulls out your heart instead.
I want it to be beautiful,
I want it to be intricate
fashioned into words so descriptive
They give you tears of empathy.
I want it to smear into pictures
conveying your answer.
Because I am not your answer.
I will never be your answer despite
How much I wish I was,
How long I keep pretending.
As the breeze twists through the sky,
I reach up and I grasp
My fingertips tremble like
They are trying to reach to space.
I yearn for it to solidify
in my palms, but it doesn’t.
I can’t find your answer.
I can’t protect you,
I won’t.

It’s funny how I’ve tried so hard
to find your answer
when really I was looking for mine.
It comes to me like a cold shower,
like the morning sun in a window.
It’s wrapped up neatly in a thin box
But I decide I don’t want it.
I want it concealed, hidden away
With lost thoughts collecting dust.
Why can’t it leave me alone?
No more days where I am oblivious
Days when I thought I was sufficient
Maybe not now, tomorrow I said.
But I hear not tomorrow today.
After realizing it’s a facade
It’s not real, not permanent
I would rather live in the fairytale.
It’s hard. It’s like chalkboard nails,
It’s not music.
It’s not paint.
It’s not literature that takes you
Somewhere else and whispers
sweet nothings into your ear.
It’s me before you,
It’s reality.
Yet, somehow, I can’t believe it.

We saw that
It is  so wide
But it seemed so clever

She kidnapped that meat
She ran and disappeared
They said, cat must do that
Or wild rat

We tried to chase
The question was
How did she know?
The wise boy said

Why did the meat    
Was not covered  
We did not answer

As it was not wise answer

To ask
the most simple query
that has lingered
in my thoughts
That transmogrified
into a hold of fear
that never lets you go.

Burning a hole
from inside your head
and mutates your tears
into harrowing acid
Dripping from your eyes.

I shall keep this query to myself
As the answer I most fear
is the one chosen true.

They ask me why I am quiet but I don’t answer, I am not quiet I am silent

I never thought that by listening to thunder I'd understand the lightning.
When I realised this strangest fact,
I found it awfully frightening.

And if you're looking for an answer, you will find it inside of you.
But if you should ever need advice,
The wind will speak the truth.