the mystery of why

the mystery of why

there is a certain level of moxy

we all need to possess

as we continually

day after day

arise to go forward

toward some unknown destination

unraveling the mystery of why

i often ask the question

what is it i seek

and will i be satisfied

and what is this grande truth within me

that i feel i have denied

at times

and in the bigger picture of things

if i can think that large

just who is it that is in charge

of this whole scheme of things

that brings forth much anguish

and tears

through our doubts

and fears

and just why

do we have to confront such

is that too much to ask

some would say

it is i

and if that be so

then i am letting go

of all the nonsense

that offers no recompense

now

for somehow

this day

i don’t get it again

and the rut i live in

is deepening again

my friend

for today resembles yesterday

and all i can think of to say

makes no sense

in common

or otherwise

and though the skies

and my horizons of possibilities

seem endless

i am tired of chasing the prize

so the new thing is

The joy is in the journey

yeah

that seems appropriately so

for all of us out of the loop

of knowing the truth

and i remember in my youth

when i did not give a damn

and i looked forward to the tomorrows

for it represented a new day

of play

perhaps that is what is missing

and why our ships list

in the waters of malcontent

and i am pissed so often

these days

and i mask my spirit

with a concocted joy

created just by me

and my needs for liberty

from the perceivable oppression

i perceive

from which i wish to be relieved

permanently

answer do not seemingly present themselves

in this realm

of the dimming light

and it is not night that comes

that ushers forth this darkness

and though we hearken

to the winds of change

for deliverance

we cling to the same old dogmas

like the dog of the nuclear age

who owns the last bone

and though we do need to believe in something

i constantly am beginning to question

what is known

and who is it that knows it

and in this brief requite

and my search for some light

in this looming night

i finally must just relinquish

for the anguish of the search

despoils the joy of the journey

and if that is all i have to hold on to

some wisping etheric thought that provides solace

this day

then that is the way

i will allow my thought to travel

and hopefully

yes hopefully

some day some

genetic misfit shall come along

and unravel the mystery of why

© 11 April 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.