I don’t have an answer to a single question,

Will a flower in the breeze be rooted in the dirt.

Does this sunshine beats the good times,

Letting moonlight raising from the groove??

I don’t have an answer,

Will this city have a corn liquor that tastes sweeter?

Will summer here arrives while I’m sleeping?

Will it snow while I’m sweating?

I don’t have answers to a lot of questions,

Not just a single question!!

Will the florescent lights fill the humid air ?

Beyond the window is there a temple fair ?

Is the earth Turning at the perfect pace ?

Are the tides raising at the perfect place?

I don’t know!

Oh that little bird, singing in silence,

Oh this, eulogy for the sparrow.

or She’s not the sparrow?

Maybe she’s the dragon fly that ran away,

The dragon fly that was talking to the trees,

With the bees,

Will the bees declare a war,

Will all the shovels and dirt join?

Are the cowboys with crooked teeth around?

Will they make home?

Will they not?

Will the war end?

I don’t have an answer.

I don’t have an answer to a single question,

But maybe the questions are seeds?

Planted in the soil of our curiosity.

Perhaps the flower in the breeze is the embodiment of all our wonderings.

Let’s not find answers, Maybe we shouldn’t?

And in this city of corn liquor and fluorescent dreams,

Where cowboys with crooked teeth build homes from question marks,

We might find that the answer Is in the asking itself.

So let the earth turn,

Let the tides rise,

Let the wars end and begin,

For in this dance of uncertainty,

We are all just flowers in the breeze,

Rooted in the dirt of our own making,

Reaching for a sun we can’t quite grasp,

But forever stretching upward,

Forever questioning, Forever growing.

I don’t have an answer to a single question.