A Sardonic Thought Form Poem by Bullion Grey

Mining my private cloud of ideas, it becomes apparent that if I never asked the right question, I will have never arrived at the right answer.

Leaving questions unanswered made me think that I cannot ask all possible questions anyway, not in one lifetime. What does that make me think?

Some thought forms drift in and away from my mind, but why are those thoughts drifting in my place? Where does the sorting of what will drift into my mind and what will not? How would I know for sure?

Another thought came to me, is there a mind condition that has no questions? I know there is a mental mind condition where there are no answers.

I asked myself: What if you never asked the right question for your entire life? What if you never considered the right idea for your entire life?

Then a thought floated in, saying: What if these questions were unanswerable, therefore, not ask able?