The Answer Poem by John Anderson

I sit sometimes and write some thoughts
and let my insides out
The hope that while I write
I unlock what life's about

But answers won't reveal themselves
they're wearing a disguise
My words can't seem to undress their mask
or see beneath their cries

So why, pray-tell, can I not find its truth?
Immune to words and thoughts?
Is my day truly better
when the answers can't be caught?

Their is only one answer that I have learned
And it consoles me between the lines
Is if life's secrets become unlocked
there'd be nothing left to find