Of life and donut holes

You fascinate me
with the same fascination
you have for donut holes

I never really cared
but you insisted ...

The metaphors kept on coming
once, twice ... 'til I lost count

Today, like all other yesterdays
You peered through another

You are telling me something,
yet you speak not with words

You keep trying to see
the world outside, and
life takes on meaning

Now, I understand.