With a soft smile playing upon my lips,
I find myself wondering, hands on my hips,
What could I be missing in my life?

I send my questions into the sky
Introspective and wondering why
Why am I still all alone?

Then silently large and mysteriously dark
A star shines out, a bright, single spark
Why do you cry for yourself?

I do cry for myself, I say
Your mother taught you a better way
So what do I do now?

So now you pick yourself up and smile
Came the answer to me from many a mile
And then? I ask again

And then you enjoy life and live
Time slips away from you like a sieve
Does this make any sense?

So I pick myself up and smile
Look around me and wonder awhile
And I take my questions back from the void

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Valnuary, in the year 366 AF.