I wrote this poem on a random urge, driven by my inner muse. It is the first time in many years that I have allowed myself to just let that muse write for the say of writing. 90% of this poem took shape suddenly, without motivation or provocation. I can't explain why, nor will I attempt to. There are things that we just can't explain.

It took some doing before I was able to restructure the poem in a way that conveyed the right message. Moreover, it was a struggle as my muse did not have a line for which to end this piece of work. It is, questionable, the best poem I have ever written in my short life, one of the few I am proud of if only because it begs a few questions...

How does it make you feel? What does it make you see? And more importantly, what do you think this poem is really about?

I don't think there is right answer, but I hope people will share their answers with me.