Many times I felt a question

            was raised from within me,

            expecting an answer and some attention.

I explored into many different phases,

            jumping from moon to sun and from sun to moon

            I was there knowing I could get burned

            yet something was like a question that needed ears and sincerity.

Many nights the air smelled like death

            and every new morning that had come

            seemed so impossible and was misleading.

Chaos was running wild deep within underneath my skin

            I was about to explode but the fear of hurting more people

            held me quiet and placed me there, pretending I was fine.

When it felt too much to bear, tears finally gave in

            then the familiar weird question was there again

            knocking, whispering, telling me something I couldn’t hear.

I think I love you, I love you like the earth to her moon

            but a question was there, it was there, always been there,

            it was calling on me to somewhere, to a different direction,

            to someplace not even the man who had stepped on the moon

            was able to know, it was a secret place kept so long even from me.

The question was irritating but it was there as always.

            Then, one empty moment, I asked myself what was the question?

            Heck, I didn’t even know!