Questions

Sometimes I wonder Whether wine turns to juice, Or juice turns to wine. If reflections actually reflect, Or if visions just go right through. If the sun will rise in the East, Whether it will set in the West. How far do birds fly South in the winter, And weather or not they get cold on the way down. Who decides who will stay and who will go? Where is the start or the end? I ponder the imponderable If rain falls down or the world falls up If shadows are beings and we are lesser If destiny is chosen or if it is revealed. If the sun will shine again Will I live another day Are there answers to questions or only lies? Lies to cover up the inventions that no one wants to take credit for... Is there a reason to live? to dream? to hope? A better life to have? A new beginning ahead and an old one behind? I find a lost mind who is happy to be found.