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Unanswered Questions

Blessed is the mind that can ask a question.
For curiosity is the fuel for innovation.
Think of the lives we would have lead,
If cave men lacked imagination.

Curiosity may have killed the cat,
But it eggs on civilization.
For the greatest leaps in history,
Were not born out of trepidation.

But can there be too many questions?
Or some that ought not be asked?
For the burden in their contemplation,
May be too much for the mind to bear.

It's a road I've often traversed,
It's a cross I often bore,
It's these questions that have brought me
To the edges of an endless shore.

These waters have no end,
And I, no strength to explore.
I shall drift along with the wind
And go where it leads me.

The unanswered questions surround me
But they don't haunt me anymore.



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