In the hollows and high trees of misery’s mind

I crave my answers to be written refined

Yet the fever of this need

Keeps feelings confined

And taints my eyes

Desperately blind

Coupled with this

The dyes of my questions are muddy like mist

I wonder what is it

That I think I have missed

Here I stand lost

Reasons unknown as to why I exist

Answers & Questions

I wish I could ask and wish I could know

It’s like a syndrome

Seething to grow

But before this poison

Swallows my days with its spidery laces

I consider the old saying

That embraces

The answers will be found

In the most unlikely of places

And in my dreams I have seen

The ghost of myself

Among smiling faces

Answers & Questions

I now understand

Should be widely neglected

All of the world is inevitably connected

And everything will make sense

When least expected

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