Why?

A perpetual cascade of questions
ooze from a vibrant mind.

Answers are manna, graphic
yet discreet and hard to find.

Our amorphous beings given form
by the answers we dared to discover.

Chaos of questions punctuated
with the placidity of knowledge.

A soul devoid of questions accepts the world
wrapped around it in cadaverous servitude.

Mine ventures forth on this mysterious road
that men call existence and I call opportunity.