Questions and answers

Does our search for answers actually prevent us from accepting life and living it? Or when we search, are we just embracing this life and digging deeper to find more?

I could wait a thousand moments

With a thousand questions.

Would they be answered by my patience,

Or left hanging in my mind?

The alternate is to seek and search,

To search and seek for a thousand moments.

Would the time be fruitful or wasted?

Would I find what I'm looking for?

Perhaps even, discarding my questions

Might be easier and less disappointing.

Would I be free to live this life,

Or feel as if something is missing?

Something like a life of mystery.

Something like a purpose to move forward.

Something like a desire to be fulfilled.

Something like a thousand questions.