Questions; I despise

What do I know about you?
Whats wrong and right?
Why do I continue?
Why do I fight?

If I search for answers,
More shall come,
But if I accept what I do not know,
The answer is there and I feel so dumb.

What have I done?
And what should I do?
But I don't know anything,
Yet some reason I do.

If what I know is what I seek,
And the truth is hidden among lies,
Then wouldn't I look in what I know,
Instead of asking what I despise.

All that is and all that was,
Has been created for a reason,
These questions I ask are pointless,
And with that, I end my questioning season.