Why question comes to hunt me so bad,
And leaves me with myself to let me be sad,
There is nobody to understand and interpretate,
The range of questions all over spread
I feel in dark I am ones more throne,
Where begins again the no answer zone,
I want to know why world is so mean,
I want to cry and want to scream,
I want to ask what's meaning in life,
I have to know that to let me survive,
I want to talk with if there is any God,
Or even that assumption is itself a fraud?
Questions and questions more questions and more,
If it will persist I will go mad for sure……
21st march 2005