...and so i wonder...

The end of a new day, and another new one tomorrow like drips from a tap, or the birth of the sun, or the crescent of the moon. I hear of angels singing, and yet the hum of electronics fills my ears, and so i wonder if it's the same or if my ears have too much wax in them; i hear of love and yet my heart feels closed when it seems it should be most open, and so i wonder if it's the same, and perhaps i'm just looking at in the wrong way; i hear of the earth and yet all i experience is the falling of the leaves in autumn and the dripping of the rain, and so i wonder if it's the same or if perhaps i need wings to fly.