Why are you?
Have you asked that question?
I mean really asked it?
Does it fit?

I’ll keep asking THE question
It’s one of those elusive questions
Like a rainbow merry-go-round
Each time I hear a different sound

It makes me who I am
My infinite reflection

I stare into it
As it stares back
I am it

It tells me a riddle
What echoes without sound?

Why do you ask?
Why is it staring?
Who’s who?
You

I write without words
I write with pictures
I see a web of chaos
Though order isn’t way off

My mind plays catch-up
As my heart sees the strings
It sees the vibrations
Like a guitar’s open ring

I quietly freeze
As my soul searches
For meaning
Between the lines

I rode the wave
What goes down must come up
Pandemics and insurrections aside
Life is a good ride

My family is healthy
My heart is full
I’m not dead yet
I’m set

…and I know
This isn’t as good as it gets

Who do you see?
Do you see me?
In two seconds I’m gone
Living the final dawn

I could be anyone, I could be you
We roll the dice
As luck would have it
We’re alive, and this is it

This is that moment
The only one
The final one
The first-morning sun