Again With The Thinking

i keep thinking
that there's a perfect set of words
a collection of curves and straight lines
a set of magic pixels
and
if i wrote them
when she read them
all of her problems will be solved
well
maybe not solved
but pulled into focus
and simple to deal with

like turning the lights on
and
finding that the monster is only a coat over a chair

way do i bother?

because i'm an artist?
because i'm a moron?
because i'm trying to un-cause a car wreck?

if i could answer the questions that float through my skull i'd be a zillionaire