Queried

Queried in the morning

About what it means to be

Is there another question

Another person I have to see

Doesn’t make it better

When I have to heal past wounds

The path I take to get there

Has taken me well past noon  

Queried in the afternoon

About what it means to me

Looking for other answers

Why it is that I simply flee

Somewhere buried in my mind

Among the reasons I live

I have made some choices

Don’t understand what I give

Queried late into the night

About what it means to see

A life that is moving on

Is there a point where I am me

It is simply just my life

A point that is caught in time

There are no real answers

I am working out just fine

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