Sometimes I feel, that I'm the only one who sees,
A great question mark inscribed across the skies.
From horizon to horizon, For eternity, asking the eternal
questions of the mankind.
We have answers for the how, and we shout them all about,
but the why, it escapes us, forever.
And people seem content, but I just can't make do,
I see it as surrendering, and I ask "Why don't you?"
You can say "Stupid mortal, these questions are not for
you"
You can say "You're a real big wise guy, aren't you?"
But compromising here, is not an option for me,
I think a few answers can set us all free.
And I still gaze at the question mark, inscribed across the
skies and inscribed with fire, against the stone of my
life.