Emotions: Unquestioned

I question half the things I do when I’m awake,
I question the things I say and the promises I make.
I wake up in the morning and get ready for a day
Where I’ll trip up, fall down and regret what I say.

I question the clothes I choose to put together,
I question if any of it is appropriate for the weather.
I go out in the morning and walk across the lawn
And across the street to the bus stop while I yawn.

I question the questions I ask while I’m in class,
I question if it’s appropriate or if it’s just sass.
I walk out at the end of the hour and listen to the sounds
Of the crunch of fallen leaves in piles and mounds.

I question the way I sit and brush my hair back with my hand,
I question the way I get up and the way that I stand.
Trying to walk purposefully is like a never ending chore,
And I wonder how much of a hazard I am and if I care anymore.

I question every single word that I’ve ever written,
I question if you’ll read too much into it and think that I’m smitten.
Even if it’s probably completely and utterly true,
I don’t know if I want you to know just how much I’m into you.

I question the things I’ve done in the past that I can’t change,
I question the words I’ve said and the hugs exchanged.
Even if I can’t change anything that’s in my past
And every single thing from then pales in contrast.

I question half the things that I do when I’m awake,
I question the things I say and the promises I break.
I get ready for bed and I’m almost ready for a night
Where I don’t question how I feel when this is just right.

Written November 24 2008.