A Piece of Paper

A piece of paper The question you have been asking is right in front of your face The question you have been asking is not the right one you should be asking in this place The question you are so sure of is perpetually spinning in space The question you want answered is not the answer you are prepared to accept with grace The question is not even the reason you may think you are here but a totally different light, colour smell or taste The question goes un-answered because it is culminating evolving every day to a faster pace The question is an expansive word sequence that is so complex that human beings cannot communicate as it belongs to the angel that never speaks and is so angry at the human race The question was asked once and now we exist on a world so insignificant that worth is a piece of paper to embrace