A Reason

Is there a reason that the wind
Should pick off leaves and bring them in
To my garage, where they begin
To beautify the mess within?

Is there a reason trees should bring
In birds to trade their leaves for wings?
The tree that gave me everything
Will still be clothed and now it sings.

Is there a reason things the size
Of cities dominate the skies
Instead of falling down, capsized?
Is there a reason water flies?

Is there a reason clouds should hate
Their hue enough to confiscate
The waves that, when they radiate
At light speed come eight minutes late

And with them change their color scheme
To something out of someone's dream?
How much more content they seem
To blush than block the final beam.

Is anybody looking West
To see the sunset at its best?
I feel that I must have confessed
Too little of my love to rest.

New Uncertainty

I wrote this one on the first of January, 2011. It's called "New Uncertainty".

-I feel I should compose a song
-To usher in and urge this new year on
-To show my stance and my resolve
-But I don't feel resolved at all

-I still don't see how far to go
-Or where to step, oh will I never know
-Until I try, I'm never warned
-And when I do my plans are scorned

-This defines insanity:
-To try again with new uncertainty
-To bring oneself through certain pain
-I very well may be insane

-Tomorrow I'll compose a song
-To usher in and urge our friendship on
-And if it all ends fatally
-I'll try again uncertainly