The Question

A lost answer It doesn’t matter where it comes from Or why it’s lost in the first place But you search I search We all search For a lost answer We spend our lives chasing something Whether it’s a dream A love A part of us we lost long ago An unanswered question With a lost answer On this white blank page We pour our emotions Our thoughts Our pain Grief, anger, Love, happiness, passion Words with no connections Words that can be used in so many contexts All parts of questions With a lost answer I’m simply a boy, a man, a pig And love is simply a thought, a feeling, an emotion In which we all feel for someone or something in our lives At one point or another things change And that love we once had is rearranged And destroyed Gone To a point of no return Where it leaves us empty Like the bottle the wounded veteran just took a swig from Like the bank account the single mother is staring at All of them asking questions With a lost answer So where or who do we turn to They tell us it will get better They insist on using the sedatives Just take this it will help Or they push for us to take a drink\ Just drown the feeling they say And you keep asking the same question The one with a lost answer They ask you, they tell you to explain Explain the reasons you do this What purpose does it serve? How could it possibly fix things? But you can’t answer Because the answer is lost You have been searching for it this whole time But the question repeats in your mind This isn’t something you can explain Its apart of you Your being, your soul, your very existence As close to you as your name Or the hand if your first love Or your first blanket But you can’t name it or remove it It doesn’t necessarily keep you warm Or even categorize or identify you But you still do it You still search I still search We still search For this lost answer The answer to the common question ………………. Why?