I don't have the answer
not even half or a quarter
should I mind at all
does it really matter?

They have the answers
let them preach and utter
I know there's no moon by day
no snow falling in summer.

Too much questioning
is life's constant spoiler
the fields and hills are silent
in unspoken grandeur.

Love, smiles and tenderness
these are what I dearly treasure
how could bliss and perfection be defined?
we should hark not to the ignorant philosopher.