Just too many questions
Twisting their question marks into hurricanes
inside
the mazes of my brain
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There is an urge to
grab the answers
now
With the hook
of the question marks
?
To let the question marks straighten
slowly into
exclamation marks
!
To then swallow
the stem of them each

To leave a full stop
.
An answer.

Late nights
Sitting behind brightly lit screens
Always searching
Never finding the answers
You would try to sleep
But the thoughts wouldn't cease
What is your purpose?
Why are you here?
There are so many questions
So you search and you search
Never looking within
Always looking around

So my friend asked me, where her prince was?
To which i responded in kind with my own question
Where's my princess?
Cause this has been keeping me up like ******, you see all this madness life throws is hard to wade through like cialis
With no one at my side to help pick me up when it gets rough
Alone with no one to share your secrets and to hold through laughter and tears, someone i can rely on to face my family friends and even a jury of my peers

So i ask again, where's my princess?

Not all questions have answers I must suppose.
And some of the most important are those.
Or perhaps they have answers we don’t dare contemplate.
So we smile and ignore them until it’s too late.
But that’s the dilemma of this little verse:
Will there be any answers in the back of the Hearse.

Is there a God? Will I have a happy life? How old
is old? How is paper made? Will I die if I drink
ink? How will I die? What will I think
about when I am sixty? Why am I nervous
to speak in public? Why doesn’t everyone
love each other? What is the solution
and how can we monetize it? Why do apples
grow on trees? Why do I need to pay
for water? Why doesn’t the sun
set the world on fire? Why doesn’t God
do it for the sun? Why does God keep coming
up? Why do I need to calm down? Is everyone
around me calm? Why does grass turn
brown? Why do leaves tumble from trees
when it gets cold? Why does it get cold?
What is light? What is dark? What is
love? What are lists? Why do I feel the need
to write questions down when I can’t
answer them myself? Why am I here,
and why do you care?

Why do you ask questions
I don't have the answer to?
Why do assumptions fuel your gumption,
Because I don't feel comfortable doing what you want me to?
Can you just leave this be?
I'm having enough trouble working through this.
I'm in a position more awkward than a 7 10 split.
So stop with these ******* questions please,
Because I'm already ******* sick.