Who inside this mind asks the question why?
Is the demon the gift of reflecting light?
How do the crows know where to take flight?
Their shine moves in unison-
How do they know when to begin?
If I could travel back in time and press rewind-
Would lone living treat me more kind?
Living with a village family,
just a few we on a hillside-
Before cell phones and airplanes and emails and instant connection-
Which world is a perfect heaven?
Is there a reason to keep a busy pace?
What is left we have yet to face?
Do I have access to the inner world of me?
How can I ever know that I am free?
Is the best really yet to be?