My Why and Why Not

The musician is playing.

I look at my skin, the body I am in,
watching the wrinkling of my skin
I am comfortable in it now and forget
what all the fuss was about for so long.
I hear the clock ticking, marking
each thought automaton hunting for meaning to be here.

I come to rest on one for a while...you.
You are my "no reason",

I picture your face in my mind. Lay back. No light. No answers.

Yet I see you are my "why?" and "why not!"

My No Reason

The air conditioner goes on whirring
I look at my skin, the body I am in, watching the wrinkling of my skin
I am comfortable in it now and forget what all the fuss was about for so long.
I hear the clock ticking, marking
each thought automaton hunting for meaning to be here.

I come to rest on one for a while...you.
You are my "no reason",

I picture your face in my mind. Lay back. No light. No answers.

Yet I see you are my "why?" and "why not!"