I did knock the tree trunk Harder and harder, as though i am a woodpecker. in search of something inside it and to ask the question But what i get, is not an answer, but a few dried leaves waiting to fall on me and die on the ground.
I did throw pebbles on the banks of a river Farther and Farther, in the quest of something below the water to ask the question. But what i get is not an answer, but a splash of tiny drops waiting to touch my skin and get dried up.
I did run in the direction of the wind Faster and faster to defeat it, to stop it and to ask the question But what i get is not an answer but a heavy breathlessness eating up my energy, and splashing the sweat all over.
And finally i did fight with God and prayed with utter dedication But I still don't get an answer Because he says, the answer is within me My conscience should answer and no one else.
He says: "Its alright not to know the answers For they are meant to come to you when you least expect them."