Part Two: Questions
What is a question?
Is it the simple thought?
Must it be said aloud?
I do not know, so I ask:
What is a question?
Traveling far, yet close,
I found my answer.
In a book, old and dusty.
And though a little musty,
There it was.
The answer to my question:
About questions.
They are curiosities,
The book said,
Men and women have died when questions arise.
So I avoided the book,
And any other form it was in.
By voice, by thought:
Questions were my new foe.
Till I asked:
What is a question?
