I often just sit up and try to figure out what is it that i am supposed to be hanging around here for?
which question is assigned for me to solve?
what answer am i searching for?
who am i waiting here for?
andwhen i find answer to none of these questions..
i cant figure out what it is that i am trying to figure out?
entagled in the questions.. i see myself turn into a question mark...
an entwined curve hanging around.. with a dot of inconsequence toward the end..
I am turning into a question mark
questioning all that there is and all that is to come around..
why why why.. who what .. i cry.. endlessly..
as i listen in to the song...
the answer my friend is blowin in the wind...
the answer is blowing in the wind ..
