324th Post

When a child asks.

There are the grown ups to answer and explain.
Until the child understands.

But when a grown up asks.
Who will be there to answer and explain?
Until the grown up understands.

So many things to ask.
So little answers.
So little time.

As i wander across time.
I wonder.

Life teases us with so many subtle hints.
But yet.
We fail to grasp it.

A fear constantly remains.
That one fails to find the answers one seeks.
In the lifetime.

Such irony.

That even if one does eventually find the answer.
Can one grasp and understand it fully?

Sigh.

Kiss me.
Hug me.
Love me.

One last time.

Before i set sail.
On the one way boat trip to hell.