Unanswered
Unanswered are my questions
Questions that riddle my brain
I wish to find the answers
But they are off in the future
While my questions
Gather in the past.
And while I fear some of the answers
For what they may bring
I am not afraid
And I wish for there coming
That is why
I sit in my room
Dreaming
Waiting for the answers to find me
Copyright © Justin Rink | Year Posted 2008
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