And

And is a word,
Of limitless possibilities,
For there be many ways
And a lot to add.
Today I stop at and,
For I cannot see into the fore,
Into a tomorrow that scares.
Some part stays as is wont,
A part forays to the front.
A part that asks me some,
Then again pulls me within,
Nothing more can be said,
And be all is left unseen.
Let what is left be silence
For some things remain so,
What truth may not be said,
And I will let it be so.