Questions come silently creeping to mind,
Queries come begging refined
resolution,
Posers seek answers to life's
little problems,
Processing logically to a
conclusion.
But storm troopers break down
the door of confusion,
Blitzkrieg, Gestapo, the
secret police
Collide in a mind filled with
thundering hooves
Of a stampede offering no
inner peace.
Where do they come from?
What is their aim?
How do we handle the tirade,
the flood?
Questions on queries on
posers and more
Taking our breath away,
Drinking our blood.
We can't control our
inquisitive nature.
Like curious cats, we simply
must know.
No other creature on this big
blue marble
Seeks out his future from
eons ago.
Constantly seeking...
Endlessly searching...
Longingly looking ahead and
behind...
Pondering posers... Thrashing
through logic...
Hoping beyond hope to find
peace of mind.
We are but children, lost and
abandoned
Making our way through an
ocean of thought.
Sailing on seas froth with
whitecaps of questions,
Searching for calm once the
battle is fought.
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