Awake at 3am Questions Arise


What do you call the time between midnight and dawn?
Where do all the questions come from?
What are you working on to make a difference in the world?
What is holding you back?
Is it a mislaid remark from your childhood, that has grown into a thorny cage around your heart?
Is it a misunderstanding of laughter, from the kid across the street, the one you never trusted?
Is it something Dad said? You do know he was so filled with anger and frustration in those days, don’t you?
Is it that you’re feeling too old?
Is it the world of celebrity has no use for anyone of over the age of 18?
Did you know that there’s an age cutoff on American Idol?
Do you think that’s fair?
Do you have some inner reservations, something chaining you to the floor?
Do you want to go spelunking?
Did you know there’s an underground river inside?