Sometimes it hit me like a hammer
Or an arrow thru the heart or mind
A point that is driven to new depths.
A balloon released into the sky.
Could be a beginning or ending,
The gem of love or of hates condemn.
The toll of a bell, warning of hell.
Or lightning lighting between the clouds.
It could be something like a bonding
Or a thing of implore or explore.
It could be the presenting of truth.
Or just a new way of promising.
It could be something the fair wind brings,
Or it could be the high of a sigh.
It could be one of so many things.
But I really think it's plain old why?
It's the why that makes the mind go round,
And the why that brings the fruit to ground.