The Phenomena

Where do we start?
Every second is full of questions
Even if we break it to pieces
Questions do not end
Like the endless Nile
They find ways into our hearts
Everyone everywhere is full of questions

Where do we go?
When moments full of questions
Breed more questions
And not their answers
Like a river
Do we cry endless tears
And choke as we gasp

Where do we end?
Are questions killers?
Do we sleep at night?
When all the questions have been asked
Like the melody of anguish
Can its beauty be tainted?
By the endless emotions provoked

Where do we go after the end?
We are not the first
We are not the only ones
Who carry these questions
Like life, Its an ugly end
Life is phenomena full of questions
Answered by some whose questions ring hallow