Looking over the idea of being in love I find that we have abandoned the thought Of being alive to favor the infinite possibilities Of gracing a lonely being with hope to jump start The quasi-lifeless soul into a blooming world. Alone he questions many things. Most of all his existence. And he waits unanswered while many search for him With their noses to the sky. He tries to question the whats of time. He questions the length of fires. He wonders if messages can be sent If the smell of smoke is in the air.