just some words.

He asked a question.

he asked a simple question, like where did you go?
he asked a simple question which the answer he wanted to know.
he asked that question to his mother who sat back.
then he asked the question to his father who said nill but nothing.
so he asked his sister who did not answer,
not a whisper.

so he went to the lady down the street.
he went to the lady who's house was wierdly neat.
he knocked on the door and quietly sighed.
then the lady came, invited him inside.
he sat on the chair and the lady sat neer.
and he asked once again, fearless without fear.
" what do i do?" he said " i dont know my place?"

the kind ma'am answered back.
"it is not a race, to be first to be you, for it is a race.
to live freely and get to know you."