Questions
Sometimes remind me of snakes
Slithering through my brain
Giving me a headache
As they ready to escape
Like countless times asked
And like countless times answered
But when unanswered,
It leaves behind a trap
A trap...?
Oh, yes, a trap.
Like glue it leaves stressed marks
Of unfinished gluing
On my hands, then fingers, a mess everywhere
Leaving me seamless to
The unknown answers.
Yet,
Discovering a way out
Of the mess
Of many questions
Into a orderly place
