Me and You

Someone did ask me…(Actually nobody did...)

I guess that is poetic license.. poetic motive

But yes.. So somebody did ask me?

Why I write poetry…?  What higher motive?

Isn't it a rather useless pursuit.. if you ask me?

Is it just an outlet of escape for .. The rational 'Me'!

The emotional 'Me’! The lover 'Me'.! The lost ‘Me’!

Different outcomes! Different motives!

But the real answer that stood out for me..

Was one where I truly have no real reason..no motive…

Poetry stays beautiful..without manmade logic or motive.

It is not for a purpose that the words flow from me..

To have in life…an answer not intentional in motive..

Something that flows and ebbs alongside my soul and me..

With purpose… there is an end..as a final motive

Without real purpose, it remains endless beyond time and me..

Beautiful without reason.. somewhat like you and me..

Companions for life.. without purpose, without motive..

Me and my poetry… Me and you..