Oct 13, 2019

No Sleep. Only Questions.

The thoughts keep me up all night,

Raising questions I wouldn’t know,

I might have for myself or you someday,

Answers of which happen to be hidden,

Somewhere on the bay.

Then when the moon shines,

On the bedsheet tonight,

Asking questions back to me,

Which you have despised,

I don’t know whether I should laugh or cry,

Neither do they let me sleep,

Nor they have answers, alright?

FLY, I SAY