The Inner Thing

THERE IS
There is a song I sing
I only sing it in one key
There is a dance
I dance
on one foot
it is done
and without chance
of romance
there is a stroll I take
around a beautiful foreboding
deep dark lake,
just quiet, no words
no lies, no fake
there is a book I often read
the pages blank
confusion stares at me
there is a question I ask of me
the answer never surfaces
the solution there
may never be,
there is a tree
under it I sit
contemplate, why
wondering the meaning
of it...thinking deeply
into the reason I be
the puzzled pieces I see.