Being Questioned Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Singing along as I write and listen to music, people are
wondering how I do it, questioning me all the time, telling
them I have no idea, I've always done it.

Coming naturally without any effort, nothing stops me from
doing all three simultaneously and incessantly, sometimes
wondering how I do it also.

Going back to what I love and not worrying about it, letting
the scientists figure it out, just wanting to have fun and
enjoy doing what I do through intellect and innate knowledge
and wisdom.