Questions

Questions, questions and chaos
Thoughts of being weirded away
Instead we phased away from the awkward and unknown
And talked for seeming hours on end

You came to, gave a life a second chance
Stories of doubt, hopeful to fade away
As they bleed out the skin, push every thought
Every honesty burns bright

And such, I watch the sky and it's pretty clouds
Turn into shapes, turn into a foretold story
Of the unsure ofs, the lies that could come true
But just when the heart runs dry, there's something more

So I'll wait and push everything out
All of my gift and dream, leaves behind a bare skeleton
But of so much purity, not authored from my own bones
Rather, something that knows me more than I do