The Burning Questions

There is a fire in my mind.  A blaze of persistent questions that echo like canyon screams. With unknown origin and mysterious meaning, they rattle off my valley walls and drip down the depths of my consciousness.  These questions reach my legs and lengthen my stride.  These questions force my feet to hug the corners and ignore the blisters. For it is questions like these that create the callus and heal my heels.  They prepare me for battle and provide me with promise.  They slither in my sheets and jitter me restless.  They butterfly me open and butterfly me closed.  They whisper when I’m screaming and they call out to me in silence. Timely as the sound of a church bell, these questions drive my drive and sail my ship.  I need them; so I feed them.  I Seek, I seek, I seek.  I Soak, I soak, I soak.  Without the journey there is no treasure.  Without the treasure there is no chest.  Without the chest there is no heart.  Without heart, there is nothing.  May this fire rage on forever. 

He who floats highest will be he who sees the furthest/He who travels furthest will be he who sees the most

Wisdom lies in the eyes of the experienced and dies in the lies of the stagnant.

Phony is the man with the buttery skin/Show me a man with a million scars and I shall listen.