To Bask In Unanswered Questions Poem by John Sensele

To ask
Why for temporary pleasure we cry
As if that were our main lives' task
When our bones and muscles die

When complex answers to our questions lie somewhere else
Far and near, unclear and clear
If only our hearts and eyes could reverse
The lie we hold dear

When emotions inside our hearts take the best of our judgment
To render us blind
When in confusion we utter a nonsense comment in a ferment whose cement
Permanent answers, satisfactory answers can't find

No matter how much we sigh, ply and fly
Shedding rivers of unfelt tears
In a bid to try
To escape fears

We harbor deep within our psyche
Where lies the sting of a lace string
Of synthetic shoes from Nyke
To which for arrogance we cling

Knowing not what we want
When we know not whether we're coming or going
In the sea of delusion from which we can't
Seem to break free despite the magnitude of the madness we keep enjoying.