"A Question I Never Considered"

I thought I was bright,
but it appears truth penetrates light.
I thought I was right,
but answers are as elusive as dreams.

I don't dare hang my clothes out to dry.

I bet you'd love to smash that fly,
its twitching wings across the classifieds;
Whereas I'd just open a window, smile and say,
"The morning light is guiding and wide."

I don't dare hang my clothes out to dry.

"I don't want to die," she said.
"I don't want to die."
We made love and I asked,
"Do you feel alive?"

I don't dare hang my clothes out to dry.

"Everything I envy is waiting out there.
And all my uncertainty is nesting here.
I have nowhere to hide," she cried,
"Nowhere to hide."

"If it helps," I said, "I don't dare hang my clothes out to dry."
Her puzzled look seemed to ask, jaded and teary eyed,
"Why not, if the morning light is guiding and wide?"