Antidote for answers

The antidote for answers is to take the question to it’s source

to let it become a thing that has uncertain course

to let it sleep in suppositions that myriad suggestions sing

and so let truth sleep in comfort where hope of release wings

Then there is constant striving

To set the errors strait

to bend the walls unbendable

of such luck hope and fate

Thus ever there was a question is something worried not

and to every hope eternal there is another just down the block

not even a whisper comes to take us from performing our own try

to drain the ways of wickedness until we have to die

But still there is still a question seeking answers we’ve disowned

all but unknown and yet still obvious, it questions on it’s own

it contemplates and composes answers endlessly

while the antidote for answers emits such piteous moans