WHY OLD FRIEND?

Why old friend, why have you forgotten the poetry that opened our ears?
Have you settled into the sound of silence? (my old friend)
Why have you stopped questioning?
Do you have all the answers?
Have you forgotten that there is no measure to living?
Didn’t Jimi’s guitar say just that?
Have you ever been experienced?
Have you returned to the flock?
Have you become more or less?
Were you fooling yourself?
Were you really on the bus?
Or, where did you get off?
Were you just getting high?
Were you just marking time?
Were you a fashion victim?
Have you lost the fight?
Have they run you to ground?
Have you now become the hunter?
Why do you sleep with your jailers?
Why do you hide in the crowd?
Were your rages real?
Were your protests paper?
Was your stand a pose?
Didn’t you feel the movement?
Were you just selling out?
Didn’t you live for the day?
Don’t you remember?
Why have you become your own obstacle?
Why are you afraid?
O why do the hip flip?