Etude Poem by Celt Merlyn

How many licks does it take to reach the tootsie roll center of a tootsie roll pop?
How many days does it take for people to decide you’re dead?
How many excuses does it take before your realize they are excuses?

These things you cannot quantify, but they do signify.
But what?
How does one measure the value of friendship?

How does one decide they’re being self centered?
How does one believe in self worth if there is no reflection?
The cave images are not reflections, but they are projections.

Of what?
What do you do when the questions out number the answers?
When do you give up and forget about the questions?

Why do you even bother after that?
How do you toast when there is no dandelion wine?
Cheers?