Why do I exist, In this place and time? Besides the birds and the bees I look within the changing trees. No questions asked. Arms of wood reach to the sky Barks and rings measure time I breath in and release My energy Where does it go? Who do I serve? Beyond myself My arms of flesh Have held and let go Of loves old and young Like the leaves and seeds Of autumns past I stand naked Bare my soul The more I question, The less I know. Missing pieces Of a puzzle Never meant to be solved.
