Hide and Seek

I guess tonight wasn't meant for sleep.

Maybe it was meant for tears.
for questions. for pain. for fears.

My eyes flood because my heart hurts
because the best dog that ever was
will have his last spaghetti dinner on Sunday.

Questions speed along until they crash into bone
because my mind isn't satisfied with what it knows.
Or maybe it doesn't like the answers that it has.

Pain is pain is pain
because female is female is female.
And man is man. And we all ache and moan.

Fear and freedom play hide and seek.
Fear always hiding. Freedom always seeking.
Both players grow weary
because it's a game with no end.
For fear is a hider that's afraid of being found.
But does freedom give fear the freedom to fear?
Or does freedom give fear the freedom to be free?

Questions that crash into bone.