Fated to Question

I am the question thesis broken into 16 years of dialect

Too thick for physical form

Too heavy to lift the cover

But the necessity of purpose keeps me analyzing the threads in every word

Because without a feeling I can't find

The question I can never answer

I am nothing but vacuumed breaths

Yet the cruelty in my reality leaves me with hope

The possibility that an answer exists

Either with a girl, or aging experiences

I will never be left empty

Crumbling the pointless pages of my truth