everything.

I asked the fan why it was blue
And it talked and said to appreciate the breeze
I asked the blanket why it was so warm
And it said don’t look a gift horse in the mouth
I asked the lamp why it hurt my eyes
And it answered, “because i enjoy it”
I asked the journal to stop stealing my words
And it politely refused
I asked the storm to calm my mind
And it did and the noises slowly died
I asked the choir why they sang
And they gave me no clue
I asked myself what am i doing with my life?
And the sky told me to repent
The  sky laughed
The  light hurt
And I kept quiet
And everything was perfect.