POEM

Baffled

Oh why do I feel that something is missing? Oh why do I feel as if I have something to say? Oh why do I toss and turn so much in my bed at night? Oh why do I yearn for that phone to ring? Is it the weather? Or Is it just me? As I ponder on these questions, standing on the roof, the sun behind my back and the wind blowing gently across my face…. I realise what I am looking for, whose phone I yearn for, what I have to say and what is missing. This realisation brings peace to me but only for a second because as soon as I have the answers, immediately new questions arise, the answers to which I don’t have… And so begins the same process all over again… Ha Ha Ha… God bless me.