We see questions where we
Wish answers were,
The moment
We are told,
Does it forfill are need
Querying,
Examining,
Questioning,
Or does a new one come to mind
With what is explained,
.  We are a question upon ourselves
We exist,
Why are we,
What will we become,
Do we do any thing worth an answer
Or just a question,
To anyone.
   We wish answers to everything,
But  more times than not
They bring more thought,
To the answers than the question
Some questions,
Multiplied,
Infinite,
Answers,*  
Split between two truths
Some though will never agree,  
As its not what everyone wishes to hear.