Sometimes we don’t have all the answers. Sometimes the mornings are gloomy despite the sun’s bright color and the icy smell of autumn. Sometimes we just don’t know.
Is it bad?
Is it wrong? Do we really have to name it somehow? And if we do, if we shout it
out loud, scream our heads off … will they hear us then?
We hear what
we want to hear and see what we’re ready to face. Isn’t that what people say?
Then, when we don’t know what that makes us? Are we blind, deaf and ignorant?
Too many
questions, I know, but too many are the answers I want and too many the ones I don’t
know.
So until I’ll
find out, I’m gonna shrug and frown when asking a question I could not possibly
answer.
Because sometimes,
you have to accept that I don’t know.
I agree, it's not really possible to always have an answer...
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