Questions

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 Why can I find my way

    past the last gate?

Why am I so tired?

Where do I turn at this point in 

    life?


Do they know I care?

Have I told them?

Have I shown them?


Have I made it past the 

    point of no return?

Have I done enough?

Have I made a home?

Have I left a legacy?


Will I ever know?


Why does the dark raise

    these questions?


2/22/2021

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