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
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