I'm in search of something.
I'm looking somewhere.
Questions are all that I see.
They are in search of me.
It feels like I can't breathe.
Questions in my minds eye.
Leave me asking why.
I wish the questions would die.
I can't answer any of them.
They all bring up how my life was then.
Whispers in my dreams.
They leave me with silent screams.
I'm being watched by dark eyes.
These eyes belong to father time.
I never leave his sight.
And every answer I think is right.
Isn't right at all.
So the answers I have begin to break and fall.
The questions keep lurking.
But for reason, I'm still searching...
