To Bask In Unanswered Questions

To ask Why for temporary pleasure we cry As if that were our main lives’ task When our bones and muscles die When complex answers to our questions lie somewhere else Far and near, unclear and clear If only our hearts and eyes could reverse The lie we hold dear When emotions inside our hearts take the best of our judgment To render us blind When in confusion we utter a nonsense comment in a ferment whose cement Permanent answers, satisfactory answers can’t find No matter how much we sigh, ply and fly Shedding rivers of unfelt tears In a bid to try To escape fears We harbor deep within our psyche Where lies the sting of a lace string Of synthetic shoes from Nyke To which for arrogance we cling Knowing not what we want When we know not whether we’re coming or going In the sea of delusion from which we can’t Seem to break free despite the magnitude of the madness we keep enjoying.