In truth, not every question
Can be readily answered.
There are things that lie
Beyond the frontiers of our knowing.
We appear to hold the reins
Of our lives
But the paths we take
Seem to be laid for us.
We come to each moment
Carrying the impressions and scars
Of many lifetimes.
Our wants, our hurt and our pain
Become our answers; our reason.

But were you to arrive
To this moment
With a new question
(Not rooted in your pain)
It would be met
With a disconcerting silence.
The reins of your life
Would still be held by you
The path too would still
Be laid out for you
But now the question
Would free you from the doing.
For the doing
Would no longer be the answer.