Sonnets in My Head

11. Questions

What's life?

Am I living, right now?
Or is it just all a simulation?
Is this what it's supposed to feel like? Why? How?
Is it like this, for the rest of the population?

Am I God's tool, for redemption?
Is there one at all? Sitting up above, guarding?
Is it even important to question?
Is it even worth asking?

Am I just unsure yet, scarce of experience?
Or am I just trying to grow my intelligence?
What's the meaning? What's the point?
I'm existing in pain; without getting to know.

Is it better to ask? I don't know.
Should I just be.. rather

- Silent, forever, my dear,
So I don't have to fear;
Is it offensive? Inappropriate?
Wether I should ask, or just listen?