Open Question

Sometimes it's an open question
all leads trailing off to who knows where
An open path, open gates in the sun
a closing key rattling in there

A loss from a hospital's fourth story
filled to the brims of a family story

Grasping opportunities before they flee
hailing lands I want to see

Sometimes it's all an open question
in the mind of doubt, a rising sun
And a distant wondering
a quiet evening spent pondering