Question

Everyday I walk down the street
Questions dancing in my head
Thoughts and ideas skipping cross my eyes
Wondering about all the things
Happening in our lives

Everyday I wonder
About everyone I meet
Do they think the same things
Or do they have me beat

I question our existence
Each and everyday
Many others do the same
All in their own way

How is it we are here
Is a question I ask often
Searching for the answer
Till I end up on a coffin

I have always heard
There’s no such thing as a stupid question
But if you know the answer I ask
What is the point in asking?

Lucky for me
My answer isn’t found
I’d like to be the one
And answer it for myself

So I search for my answer
Still wondering each day
Will I ever find it
Or am I only searching
For a needle in the hay