sometimes uncertainty stings

@Uootem

Do the echoes my soul hears mean anything
or is the chatting just a futile song they sing?
Could anything of this really matter in the grand scheme?

Would the eagle still want to fly if he could swim
or does the sky hold some secret power over him?
Is a fox as sly as we think he is... or driven by foolish whim?

Does the tortoise consider her shell safe haven
or would she be content with a house on a hill to live in?
Why isn't the blackbird as mysterious as the raven?

Do bees and flowers coexist only for survival
or do they understand the passion of love's revival?
Does the sunrise really understand the beauty of morning's arrival?

Is there really magic in the light of the moon
or merely the reflection of a sun gone too soon?
Does the owl hoot with wisdom... as I hear his eerie croon?

Does the wolf provide protection against adverse fate
or is his courage more a greedy trait?
What will happen if I find the truth too late?

I need to rewind myself... to find the answers within
as I explore the time and places I once have been.
Will I feel the same... would a change of heart be considered sin?

Will the curse from ages past someday become a blessing
and when I find the truth, will I still be guessing?
Sometimes the uncertainty carries a brutal sting.