My eyes burn,

As I shut them tight.

The thoughts flow,

Fast,

And unstoppable.

Thoughts of life,

And death.

Of the possible,

And the impossible.

Can it be done?

Will he even let me make it so?

I open my eyes and,

I look to the roof.

For answers I know ,

Aren’t etched in the plaster,

As I so wish they where.

I sigh as my mind still swishes

the questions around.

Can I?

May I?

These questions swirling in my head,

Like Kool-Aid in a tall glass.

Twirling and twisting.

The motion makes me sick,

But I continue to think.

For the solution may be,

Right in front of my eyes.

I think I have it!

But it just flutters by

Oh so softly,

And I cant catch it.

Fuck!

Will I ever find the answer?!

I sure hope so.