I'm constantly conjuring conundrums to confound the wise and enlighten the child.

You look into my eyes and ask me "Why?"

I respond "Because if not me, then who?

If not now, then when?

An angel called time is pushing me backwards into the future. I don’t know how many breaths I may have left.”

Night.

I’m sorry, could you speak up?

I can’t hear you, it’s too dark in here.

I’m searching for you with my eyes wide shut, but this silence is deafening.

Finally, my sixth sense kicks in and now I know that if I knew then what I know now, then this game called life would be a little bit easier.

But if life is a game, then who’s winning?

For which team am I playing?

Who’s wearing the black and white stripes with the whistle in their mouth?

I wish somebody had told me that the only rule was that anything goes.

This game is not for the weary.

Society says “Buy this, smoke this, eat this, drink this, snort this. It’ll make you feel better.”

Better now or worse later?

Could you elaborate and make sure to enunciate because whatever you say next will cause my life to fluctuate.

Sketch your problems in the sand and etch your blessings in stone.

What is understood should not have to be explained, but is that a bird or a plane?

Someone please help me because I can’t see, it’s too loud in here.

My heart makes a mistake, then my mind makes the correction.

Reminiscing as I gaze into the mirror.

Reflection.

My speech changes moods.

Inflection.

Should I lie about the truth because sometimes the truth hurts?

Deception?

How about I take a trip into your dreams and tell you there?

Inception?

To everyone’s chagrin, everything is clearer in hindsight.