I Was Wrong

I was asked a question

And a 'what' featured in it 

I started with my answer

The long and winding road

Of excuses and reasons

Of endless explanations and juxtapositions 

I will tell a why a where a who and a what too

And i realize today why i so do

Cause i am not justifying the thought

But to myself the existence of the thought

Its hard to admit that i was wrong

And so my answer is a spiralling song   

About to sleep thoughts of mine. I have realized i am more poetic during my sleep time thinking than any other time. Not that it means its good or anything like that!