Does the solitary candle desire to melt and die? Is it silvered kite fate to glide on the wind? How can a blind seek the uncertain light? What if these wishes are the test of an unfair life. Maybe it wasn't about the candle's love, But the warm gaze of baleful flame grew all unkind. Maybe a blind can't find the light, can't differentiate between black and white. Like pandora's box mystery, the light will give him a fright. Maybe there is no answer that is right. My mother once said,'no one is empty of love' Then why every soul is thirsty, Why is every heart full of questions?
The greatest wisdom is so easily destroyed Brought low by the innocence of a child The greatest minds of the earth Philosophers, scientists, leaders They can never answer the simplest question
The truth is we know nothing We know how some things may work But we do not know why they work We know the arrangement but not the purpose We can mimic but never improve upon A least a child has no pride to be hurt So they fear not to ask
And there is only one answer To every why in the universe It is accessible to everyone Should you only become humble Shedding the useless weight That the world has imposed upon you There is nothing to lose but pride A benefit to any who try it
mind fluttered heart triggered or was it the opposite? to not feel is constantly abandoning the real or was it overthinking? white sun yellow moon shun or was it the lamp in my room? exclamation mark question bark or was it me confused?! flames left turned in hurt backs flared then burnt or was it them that slammed the door? now a missing bone from an unsolved puzzle all alone
When I type bat instead of cat, do the letters get mad at me?
Is it a vacation, a retirement to the land far away, full of words I’ll never get to know, or did I send them away to crumble into pixels?
Is that forgotten apology chopped up into little pieces in the back of the computer, a plastic box under the harddrive that Daddy gets to clean out when he refills the printer ink?
I want to read the book filled with all the lost letters, the one where my fourth-grade book report comes after the job application you were never qualified for, but just before the neighbor’s college essay, deleted so his own Mommy could help him.
Can I ever check on them?
I hope they turn into a book about superpowers.
I’d be sad if these keys turned into nothing more than a scrapped poem or a forgotten apology.
I miss the forgotten letters.
Do you think they ever miss me?
"Hey Mommy?", "bat," and "cat" should be italicized.