Questions

 

We all have questions.

Some look to books

to seek out any answers inside,

some look within themselves,

or outwardly at the stars that shine.

Some seek a guide,

whilst others just enjoy the ride.

But we all have our questions,

where does this life go

when the tides of time

no longer flow?

 

What is the meaning?

Is this a question

too great for us to ask?

Is there something we oughta know?

Is there more to this, or is this

the main show, the encore

and the after party

all rolled into one?

And when time is gone

does our song fade out

as the record skips along?

Or does the orchestra play

whilst the credits roll

and the screen cuts to black?

Before a bright sharp attack

as another film starts

right off the bat.

 

We want to grow, whilst sowing

our stories to the fields of stars.

Is this our calling?

To be the orators of history,

the thinkers of futures yet to fall in,

the mime artists of yesterday

and the dancers of today

as tomorrow skips in

like a ballet dancer in a pirouette.

Or are we just trudging

the same tired paths?

Walking the same worn old steps,

along those same dirt tracks

through the same green sets.

 

Should we follow

the herds, or stand apart,

be outstanding in our hearts,

wearing our art on our faces,

in a smile beaming like the sun.

Embracing love,

in the arms of that special one.

The heart beating on,

long after the orchestra

has let its last note strum.

Or we can face darkness

wondering where

life all went so wrong.

 

And yeah, we all have questions,

and there are a million and one answers,

all could be right, and yet also none,

so, lets live, instead of letting

life get too glum, lets sing,

instead of sitting silently

in a mental slump.