TRY

There is a cry in try
but perhaps the scariest of all
is the lie in try.
For after every high
gone bye there must
come questions to die-
or is it to fly?
Nothing is nigh in the
sigh to try
nor even in the dye
that will dry.
Aye to have summers sun
fry that which lies
beneath the sky;
while all around wonder why.
This is the call
to try- to care not
for the why
let go of my
idea, its aliby
now deny, sever
logics tie to progression
from infant, child, boy, guy.
No, its process pieced
like pi, parts are infinite
so too must voices
raise and wry
Only, Try, try, try