What about

What about the roses? What about the view?

Why plant flowers if they’re not seen by you?

What about the mornings? What about sunrise

Why get up babe? Every day without you I despise

Truncated by the unseen and I’m left alone to my devices

Memories cut deep and leave me covered in slices

Run but no direction, so are you avoiding or inviting

Silence you wish golden has instead been inciting

What about the showers? It’s time to come clean

Sharing dreams becomes nightmares remaining unseen

What about tender moments there never seems to be enough

Barstools and fools who ride them make sharing them tough

Determined to succeed with many hearts to show your feeling

Why’m I bruised and battered, singing the blues needing

What about that, huh?

Tim Windisch

05/15/2024