The NaPoWriMo prompt for today is to write a poem based on a particular song. Tempting, but...I am feeling stubborn and uninspired, and, er, shucks, fine, I'll give it a twirl.
In the never ending search for the answer of all answers
the crux, apex, epitome, the "what-is-the-meaning" type epiphany, Life was just plain tuckered out, beat, spent, oh so tired and ready to throw her hat in. And who could really blame the gal?
So she sang herself a blues ditty, went a little something like this:
I've been searching for the answers, but I'm so tired and tuckered out
yes I been searching for the answers, but I'm so tired and tuckered out,
There's just too many questions, makes a mean, mean ol' girl fuss and pout.
Well...that's all I've got...for now.