The Way of It All

I'm trying hard to understand,

But questions are too numerous.

They fall so hard the weight

Is like a boulder rolling down a hillside

Giving new perspective as

I view them from a distant plain

Escaping their destructive force.

 

So many wheres and whats and hows

For unwary travelers of this World;

Unwittingly I journey on

Seeking the knowledge, the freedom to choose,

And that choices be forever true

To the nature of my lowly being;

To serve the right cause,

To seek the right goal.

The plot becomes clear as stories unfold.

The answers are there,

Though not always seen.

The trick is to

Question everything.