The Question

How do the gears of our clockwork spin
to what rhythm do we dance to
whats the song that moves our feet
 is this the question that will tear us apart
interlaced, intertwined our lives have become
yet I must ask, yet I wonder, what is it,
what is that thing, that keeps us bound
what made you look, turn around and embrace me
is asking this a sin, or a question of un faith
looking, flipping through your photographs
I see places I have never seen, I see people whom ill never be
I see the things that I could never be
flying like a dragonfly rising through the smoke
what am i? What could I become
I curse the day I asked this one
but what if, the answer makes the noose
thats chokes me and wont come loose
what if the answer that I seek
is the one that you don’t speak
I should just go insane by now
maybe that will end this well
or should I toss a coin in the wishing well
 because as of lately all I see is hell
S.Michaels