Questions
A thousand questions running through my head
My expression shows my confusion
My wrinkled brow shows my stress
I tend to obsess
I tend to question myself
The old
Who?
What?
When?
Where?
Why?
The questions are not getting answers
I don’t even know why
I try to rationalize
I just take it day by day
Cause some questions have unspeakable answers
It’s not by sight not by mouth
Answers that you really don’t have patience to wait for
You assume and you move on
While the world keep turning
The question I have
May never be answered the way I like
But the truth
Hurts much less than a lie.
~Lykebudda©2011~
1 comment:
You did always have mad skillz Angie.
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