My life obeys the power of suggestion:
The way I feel is why I fall or fly.
I’m here to think about and ask the question
And trust the world will give me a reply.
I learn the consequence of my decisions
Each time I wonder why or wonder at,
And suffer through the day-to-day collisions
When what I want and what I get go splat.
All I can do is tell you how I feel—
I cannot make you answer that you care—
And then embrace denial or the real
Each time the world fills in my questionnaire.
I may not get the ones I want to hear
But they will all be answers, loud and clear.
Copyright 2016 Matthew J Wells