Why do I write?
An odd question to ask
But that’s the ocean
In which I bask
Strange notions teasing my mind
Places I’ve never been before
Thinking outside the box
What’s behind that door?
Looking within
Turn around and look out
Future bumps into the past
Wonder what it’s all about
Life is a mystery
Everyone knows it’s true
Look for the signs
Follow the clues
Where you end up
And where you came from
All under a spacious sky
The rising Moon and Sun
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Good write AP.
Why do I sing? Dunno. lol.
I don't know Orchi. Uless you're trying to out sing Fido. 🤣
Life is definitely beautiful and full of wonderful things to discover! Agreed! And one of the best things to discover and learn more about is ourselves 🙂
So eloquently put dear DeviLove. 😉
Such true words AP, all those ideas and thoughts that come to us must go into words.
Andy
Thanks Andy. A poet's job is never done. 😊
I am quite sure both scribes n scribblers ask themselves the same question and most probably, time and time again ... I think by nature we are reflectors .. which gives rise to a further why of course ... I am glad I found these words today AP .. in a way, they have proved to be somewhat reassuring ........... Neville
I would have to agree N, we are all reflectors. Glad you found this of interest and reassuring. Thanks for your positive visit. 👍
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