unanswered questions

up into the sky, fly the dreams of tomorrow.
as the wind curls and screams.
there is no face on the window.
the reflection is gone and nothing can be seen.
"who is this? who am i? what the heck am i doing?"
questions arise and never make it verbally away.
"why so much drama? why so much pain?"
sometimes questions never get answered.
sometimes questions always remain.
let the tide flow in and out.
i will stay put.
i will stand firm.
maybe.
what is the curse of indecision?
which dream would be first to go?
how many times do i have to run around the track?
am i done yet?
are we there yet?
no.
time stands still, the clock has started to melt.
each number sliding grievously down the wall.
it makes a mess on the floor.
an old man comes by with a broom.
it has suddenly disappeared.
the old man gets up and walks away.
without even a blink of an eye.
it has cleaned itself.
vanishing without a trace.
goodbye, old man.
my need for you is gone.