What about

What about What about the roses? What about the view? Why plant flowers if they’re not seen by you? What about the mornings? What about sunrise Why get up babe? Every day without you I despise Truncated by the unseen and I’m left alone to my devices Memories cut deep and leave me covered in slices Run but no direction, so are you avoiding or inviting Silence you wish golden has instead been inciting What about the showers? It’s time to come clean Sharing dreams becomes nightmares remaining unseen What about tender moments there never seems to be enough Barstools and fools who ride them make sharing them tough Determined to succeed with many hearts to show your feeling Why’m I bruised and battered, singing the blues needing heeling? What about that, huh? Tim Windisch 05/15/2024