Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Because - by Rand (for Elliott Smith)

Why does the sky
make me cry?

Why does the wind
blow my mind?

Why does the world
turn me on?

Why
is it
round?
High?
Blue?

1 comment:

  1. When you ask me
    why I do what I do
    I quirk a half smile
    and utter a single word
    that explains all
    but lends to mystery.

    It doesn't matter
    the reasons behind me,
    the result is the same:
    I do these things
    for they please me and
    warm simply because.

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