Questions

Across barriers of time,
I yearn to know your mind.
They tell me you are dead,
But I feel you are alive,
Burning with genius,
Questioning boundaries,
Cursing the wall that separates you
From what you cannot comprehend,
Dreaming about the future,
But afraid to know it,
Afraid to bring substance
To your dreams.

Your tortured soul cries out;
I long to answer it,
But what can I give it
Except more questions?
I imagine stepping back
And revealing secrets
Of future generations,
But I cower before
The inevitable disappointment,
For I cannot answer every question.

And perhaps this is
My own self-erected
Impenetrable wall,
Forcing me to stand
Exactly where I am,
Caught between two forces
Pushing me forward
And dragging me back,
Which makes me wonder
Where I really belong.

Copyright © 2002 Colleen Fischer | Last updated October 7, 2002