Woah, buddy..

Why I’m here? why not there..

Where is this going? can’t we buy a map somewhere..

What should I do? is everything allowed..

Who will give us answers? do you believe in god..

The answers we can’t answer open up to others

And those to many more.

like Gangrene they spread, an infection of the All

It is unending, unsolved, unfathomable.

It leaves a bad taste in the mouth,

Those WH’s and Yes/No’s

That will not get a reply.

So don’t WH me, I’m sorry, brother,

Wish I could help,

But this is a pillar that just begs

To be knocked out.

And even if I could answer, think well:

Would anything I say,

Could leave you sweet and satisfied?

That is the thing , buddy, and I mean you naught but love,

You really want me to tell you something magical,

That will part the clouds,

That will fill your stomach,

That will be the key to open every door.

You want me to make some magic

And cause you with my answer,

To feel pain no more.

Only thing I could say is:

The Dao is there.

And if this is not enough for you,

Not enough of an answer,

Then try “42” or “nevermore”

They are just as pathetic, I fear.

So Why me no Why’s

And Woah.

Before we both feel sorry.