Question Poem by Phil Panebianco

I have walked through every open door,
broken down every closed one.
I have searched high and low,
searched near and far.
I have followed every dark path,
every enlightened thought.
I have tried to view it from every aspect,
tried to keep an open mind.
I have sat and dwelled over it,
because my mind torments me with questions.
My soul screams out for answers.
I search for the final piece of the puzzle,
a conclusion to the question that haunts my every thought.
The burning question...........the question of life.