The Why?!

You can call me crazy if you want but I smell the fresh scent of the dawn

The thorn is still there but pain is one of life's blessings

The jasmine in the muddy pothole is still a jasmine

The numbness is fading and I am staring at the pages most skipped

Can't resist a smile at the past stumbles despite the embarrassing limp

The soul is regifted back every morning and I am wide open for the why

Demons are oscillating and I am longing for a truce

Skepticism and questions are companions of fleeting nature

No shortcuts when it comes to tearful journeys but they help eyes breathe

The venom and the antidote in the same sip, do you really have a choice?

The sweet and the bitter so tangled up, it turns the young head grey

The enigma is still lurking and my palms can't stop reaching, despite the bandaids

There is an exoitic bird flailing its wings next to the jasmine but what about the mud?

Still breathing in the fresh scent of the dawn

The soul is regifted back every morning and I am wide open for the why

At every turn, as sharp as it could get, I am wide open for the why

Till the very last breath, I am wide open for the why