What have I questioned?

Frozen eyes,
dictate.

Their clairity
mimicking those frozen ponds
of yesteryear.

They beg to see,
not just shine.

To see what lies beneath.

A web of energy,
of greater things,
just out of reach.

In the corner of the eye...

They say, don't blink.
Don't ever blink...

We were designed
with the idea
of missing so much?

Simplified:
Where's the design?

Spiralling down,
to little stars beyond me.

Coincidence,
does it work?

Is it odd that
some fates intertwine?

A part of my mind
furrows it's brow...
Another discussion may errupt
for the beings
who taunt and guide me.

Does the Mind's Eye exist?

And if so,
why do I wonder:

Is it a guide?
Or a curse?

My blue ice can only guide me
oh so far....

Down this slippery slope
I go.

Don't ask, I won't tell

The ground, too familiar,
the routine, unchanging,
the town holding too many sorrows.

My home.

"Home".

Home is too homely,
and now, too empty.

All those I once deemed "friend",
either gone, gone, or have walked away.

Such a great city.

We built this city on
many a thing.
On dreams, on legacy,
on family, on firm words.

Not all of them a constant,
as those I knew know well.

But they are something.
They reoccur.
They continue.

I can't continue like this.

What must be done,
none would enjoy
the knowledge of me doing.

What must be done,
is so unruly,
that it has no return.

What must be done...
Will be done, and soon.

And I can only hope
that I can say goodbye,
for anything worth doing,
is worth doing fully.

And I can't say I understand it,
myself.