The Question

He's standing in the dark
With his collar pulled up high.
He's standing in the rain
With his face against the sky,
Then he turns towards the corner
Where he's been so many times -
He's looking for the Reason,
He's searching for the Rhyme.
His mind absorbs the columns
And the politicians' views,
His mind is like a mirror -
It reflects the media news.
He climbs the steps of memory
He fears the truth of what he sees
He runs the corridors of blame
And hides the facts behind his shame.
A solitary person
On the Road that never ends,
A man who has forsaken
All his childhood friends.
He wants to find The Question,
A way out of his pain,
But he turns without the asking,
He's giving up again.