freedom flowing while there is no knowing of what lies ahead
or above or inside

who's there? i ask
and where's that? they say...
is it in the reflections of the puddles of rain that sheen the roads mimicking the sky?
is it is the sky which falls on the ground?
how many questions we can ask and yet will many ever be answered?

well it depends who you're asking
perhaps you're the one who really knows deep inside what the truth is

how fun it is to play dominoes with the demons as they cackle away
and skim upon the surface of our lives like an ice skater
but if we can crack the surface slick with rain, we can dive in and explore the many pools of life below
then we won't need to ask 'who is there'
as we'll meet them all