Sometimes I wonder

are the ones who leave,

are they the ones we respect?

Are the ones who stay fake?

When we all wonder about questions,

We forget where we are; who we are...

And most find their way back,

But their are ones who get lost.

No way to get out,

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

That is all they can say,

They are lost in the lad of questions.

No other words exist.

How I know...

I was lost too, how I got out?

I broke the cycle...

What are we questioning?

Crash

Then I was out

But I still heard questions fill my mind.

People who aren't trapped still question,

Now I'm stuck back in a word of questions