Looking For Answers
I'm not looking for answers:
answers are not hard to find.
I tend to trip over them all the time!
Suspiciously, they seem to overlap:
thus, it's difficult to tell them apart.
I prefer hunting questions:
they're harder to ferret out.
Questions are never found lying around,
for they are probing answers, all the time,
making deceptive answers quite nervous.
Questions are a treasure hunt,
searching for that perfect one.
If you believe some answers, that's okay,
I suppose that one or two might be true,
answers are consistent and well-crafted.
Yet when instructed to stick
to the question asked, few do!
Can it be that questions are too precise,
and therefore no answer's a perfect fit?
Or, is it that go-to answers can't stretch?
When you start asking questions,
question, everything you're told!
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