I don't believe in answers,
I believe in questions.
The answer is a let-down,
that we didn't want to hear.
The question is a miracle,
that makes us ask what we didn't dare.
The answer is a put-down,
that belittles the worthiest amongst us.
The question is a brilliant light,
that illuminates all the knowledge within us.
The answer makes us down,
it does not relieve us of those many cares.
The question is an endless gift,
Who? What? When? Why? Where?
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