High in a tree,
Out third story windows.
Who else but me?
Up in a tree,
I catch someone's eye
Then they all look at me,
And one asks me "Why?"
The one down below me
Puts words to my thoughts
But I do not Know "Why?"
And my answers are naught.
But my questions are many,
So I reach in my mind.
I am seeking out truth;
But there's nothing I find.
Why is the prison
that always holds me?
Why is the blindness
that won't let me see?
I'll ponder such questions,
And as long as I do,
I'll continue to continue
To do what I do.
Winston-Salem, NC, 1975.07
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