What shall my resolution be?

What Shall My Resolution Be?

Coz I still find the twine

that keeps my feet bound to the tree

Odin, I find your sense of humour

Quite the oddity

With the stones you throw

Guess I can stare below

And watch the world go by in spite of me.



Why don't I pose some questions,

In light of my disposition

Do your answers lurk in verse or prose?

I'm not the first I ask I suppose



"what is the nature of the soul?"



A cotton puff?

A silk spun cloud?

a haze of winter's songstress sounds

of minor chords and blues jazz growl?

of time that speaks both then and now?



I hear you laugh in spite of me

because it seems my bonds

are just my branch upon this tree

my place in eternity



so I wonder then

if knowing less

is nothing less

than a solid master key

to infinity