Where the Blog Title Comes From

I wonder what it's like

to think

like a man

to think

without ever waking up

to dream

without dreaming.

I wonder what it's like

to be in love with someone

who loves you

I wonder what it's like to be in love

I wonder if it's all they chalk it up to be

Or if it's just chalk

and washes away with time.

I wonder what it's like to climb a mountain backwards

I wonder why I've asked so many questions

and never received a straight answer

why are they always crooked?

Does a crooked answer count?

Can I ask you a question?

maybe

Can you answer a question?

maybe

Would you say something other than "maybe?"

maybe

When I think about answers and questions and rhetorical things of that nature,

I think of the moon

how it's burning on one half

and freezing on the other

footprints left decades ago remain on its surface

the light we see at night comes from the light we see at day

We never see the dark side of the moon

Just like we never see the dark side of a question.

There is an answer to every question whether we like it or not.

It is the rhetorical questions that show their dark sides.

If humans were more like questions, would more of us show our dark sides?

Or would we cover our better halves in artificial light to make the rhetorical question seem answered?

Why does there have to be a wrong answer even when we claim there isn't one?

Why are there more questions than answers?

I guess that question has a dark side, too.