Who, What, Why?
Have you ever heard the saying, “Did anybody get
the license number of the truck that hit me?” Don’t you fret,
I know the who, and I know the what, but I don’t understand the why?
I mean, after all, they had to pry
me out of my truck when we hit head-on
It was touch and go there for awhile whether I’d be gone,
and for sure my life has been turned upside-down,
and I’ve frowned many a frown
How could she have not seen me?
I’ve tried, but for the life of me, I just cannot see
She got to walk away, while I took a ride,
my only time, in a helicopter; there was damage inside
my head, that I’m still fighting to fix,
I read back what I’ve written so far, and it ticks
me off; I HATE whining about a your own sad state of affairs,
Thankfully, these feeling sorry for myself sessions are quite rare
No, I’m just trying to understand a whole lot better,
sometimes these negative thoughts seem to come on unfettered
Maybe these words will possibly make somebody think
before doing something; this serves as a link
to my thoughts, at a certain moment in time
Just searching for any answers that I can find