Why?

 Why?

Why do I do the things that I do?

And why do I bother to ask the reasons why?

Can't I just be happy about what the future brings

And let the past just slip on by?

That simple 3 letter word is full of trouble.

It's the plain and simple truth.

The answer comes in so many forms.

Will it be pain, will it be joy, will it be a lie?

Can I handle the truth?

What is why? 

What does it mean?

What am I asking? 

Why is a purpose or a reason it seams.

When excited, one might exclaim with deep indignation

or "Oh, that's absurd!"

or "Oh, you think so!" 

yes, why yes

Let's go? 

Maybe so

Why do I do the things that I do?

And why do I bother to ask the reasons why?

Can't I just be happy about what the future brings

Ad let the past just slip on by?

Holding onto yesterday keeps fear in my heart.

It's a choke hold on my emotions telling me "Don't even start."

And why oh why do I listen?

I don't understand.

How this 3 letter word keeps such a hold on me 

Like nobody else can

But now I wonder

Does it all really matter?

All this information I've collected in my heart of hearts

Sometimes why just took up all of my energy and precious time

When my knees should have dropped me to the ground

And eyes fixated toward the sky

All my why's turn to cries

like wings on doves

I let them fly

Let go of why

Finding my freedom

Living for Yeses now

Forward is the future

Even the smallest steps will get me there

I see happiness in letting go of yesterday

And all those why's that told me "No"

The new day is calling

The new dawn is here

How many yeses can deliver?

A new day is here

Me and My Mustang

As I wake up to the sunrise

A thought comes to my mind 

Let's take the old girl out and head out for a drive

I've got my comfy jeans on, and old T-shirt and my denim vest

I press down the throttle on the good old girl

Set the mirror down low

then we head on West

Where my old Mustang and I go nobody knows

I just throw my favorite music on

and let the wind blow

The old Mustang follows the roads to no mans lands

And my mind wanders to a million places 

Difficult to understand

How did we end up here?

What does it mean?

Is it anything at all?

Me and my old Mustang have time travelled

At one with the stars

In the dusty old desert and the canyon lands

Where the canyon lands blows

Where we are now

As my heart skips a beat nobody knows.

But we are not alone as lay on the hood of my Old Mustang

I gain perspective by the stars above

Those ancient familiar things

I see Orion, Venus, The dippers and The Milky Way

So vast and mesmerizing then a comet shoots by

As if to show me the way

Even the Earth sits on an axis

It's ok to live off kilter

perfection is ground zero in too many ways

Time to head on home girl

The ancients whisper to me 

And I feel the quiet solidarity

Me and my old Mustang

I tilt the rearview mirror down

See a trail of dust following us as we hit the road

A favorite song plays thumping on those speakers

Over the Mustang radio

I drum on the steering wheel 

And see the sun come up over the Mountain tops

Me and my old Mustang have enjoyed the ride

We don't plan to stop

Give me music and an open road

Let's see where it goes

Me and my old Mustang

She's like my best friend at times when I'm feeling alone

But I her her every stitch and faded patina

Even the scratches and dents

She knows mine too

We don't mind that's just how friendship is

Me and my old Mustang

What Remains

 So I dust off my makeup and see what remains...

I wake up and stumble to the bathroom mirror. 

I'm afraid that I don't know that woman anymore.

Who are those azure blue eyes looking curiously back at me today?

So I brush off and dust off the old version of myself.

I hear the beating of the drums. 

It's a new day, a new sound.

A new life to be found.

I head out to desert where the cactus is your friend.

The sand and wind scorch across your face,

Leaving you bare and raw is what remains.

And when I wake up and stumble to the mirror...

I'm afraid I don't know that woman anymore.

Who's are those azure blue eyes staring curiously back at me?

So I head out to the highest mountain tops. 

I cry out to the wolves and moonlight!

Please give me guidance and direction for the lost woman that I've become.

I've lost true North.

My direction needs some salvaging.

So I head out to the Oceanside 

And listen to what the water maidens whisper to me.

The crisp ocean waves break and fall all over me.

A baptism by Earth's own biology.

As if she say she is acknowledging me.

I see you now.

I wake up and stumble to the mirror and I wonder...

Do I recognize that Woman anymore?

Who's are those azure blue eyes looking curiously looking back at me?

She's not as lost now.

She's feeling safe now.

She's feeling whole again some how...

She dust of her makeup and saw what remains.