Answers make me wonder
Of the days made of maddening questions
Maybe the lack is stronger
Only when we get stuck in the what could have been.
Of often and too much wonder
Distrustful of the same ways
We should be fastened to the mothered days of ease and simple faith.
We are all the days of soothe and warmth.
Lets embrace the unknown
Lets hold close to what we will never know.
All the days of too many hard times
Could only be complicated by our over analyzing.
Instead lets hide our hopes in our love
And hold close to all we are
And never mind the things we know not.
