Chewing Gum Questions
Questions and ideas fill my mind.
Like the sticks of gum that crowd my mouth.
With each new question, I hope to find answers.
Perhaps at least some substance.
But this impenetrable wad, can only be chewed.
Each chomp just leads to another, question after question.
A continuous procession of rehashing.
I chew until my jaw is sore.
Is it useless to chew that which cannot be digested?
I yearn to swallow,
But I can’t pretend that gum is food.
Will I munch into eternity?
Is there eternity?
Will my mouth grow motionless with age?
With each question, the wad grows larger.
I cannot chew it.
I spit the wad out.
It clings to my skin.
Chomp, chomp, chomp…