These words, what do they mean,
is it the lines that are read in between.

Do they ponder upon your mind,
or do they reach out to you blinde.

Do you ever wonder why the sky is blue,
or why these questions come to you.

Am I the color of the sky,
do you ever stop to ask me why.

Why do I write these words in this space,
they are here for a reason, they do have thier place.

You may ask yourself, what is this all about,
why do you question, what makes you dout.

These words have a reason, there is something they say.
The answer that is beneath them, may come to you someday.