Inquirer Poem by Radi Junior

So many questions puzzling mind
In death will they be solved
The realm of the unknown awaiting
Or is there anything at all?

Thoughts now betray my consciousness
All logic breaking down
All you think may well be lies,
Boom! An empty town!

For what have you seen?
What do you really know?
Are you dreaming or are you awake?

The thinking man says otherwise
In time will he meet surprise.

No way, no way, the puzzling day
In death will you face your dismay,
Unknown, unseen, I'm not so keen
To feel you; let me go astray.