Epiphenomenalism

He asked me Why I missed some spots
on the canvas
I reminded him
not all rooms in the
city building skyline
leave their lights on
at night.
He asked me Why I was trying to be
profound
I replied: "No, just thinking aloud."

We toss and we turn
to try and create
we dive in our minds
steal inspiration
from the secondary sparks
the brain bi-products

Why, Why, Why

I answered:
Each lit window is a
thought expressed
The dark, dead offices
are the thoughts repressed