These questions that call out to you
in the dark hours of nights,
where are their answers hidden?
These roads that have no signposts
where are they headed?
These pages that are yellowing with time
what happens after they decay?
These beams of moonlight that are streaming in
through the gap in the clouds,
what are they enlightening?
These questions that never cease,
these doubts that burn holes in my mind,
can you help me find these answers?
in the dark hours of nights,
where are their answers hidden?
These roads that have no signposts
where are they headed?
These pages that are yellowing with time
what happens after they decay?
These beams of moonlight that are streaming in
through the gap in the clouds,
what are they enlightening?
These questions that never cease,
these doubts that burn holes in my mind,
can you help me find these answers?
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