Unanswered Questions

The stove, is it on? Is that door locked.

The windows keep rattling, the dogs just won't stop.

What was that thing that I said,

 Years ago, with cheeks bright red and hate in my soul.

Where am I going, and who will I be?

What is the reason for stars and the sea?

Can I belong here? What is this life?

Why did I lose her at the end of a knife?

Secrets I've whispered at tender age of youth,

Haunt my soul with painstaking truth.

Black shadows will dance in my corners of my eyes,

While flashes of yellows on screens shortly die.

The visions I had when I was a boy,

are products of parents who thought of a toy.

A vision to create, as my eyes start to fall

into my wonderland, into my wall.

One that I made, many years ago

when sugar plum fairies made friends with the woe.

Finally I fall away from the quest,

away, away, into a sleepless rest.