Answers

Nothing is clear,
I keep waiting,
for the answers,
to magically appear.

Each night,
as I close my eyes,
I hope to realize,
a truth strong enough,
to conquer all the lies.

But the answers never come,
and the days drag on.
And all I realize,
is the truth is disguised,
and the lie never dies.

The mysteries remain for me,
and the truth I fear will never be,
strong enough to set me free.

Because answers never come,
and alone it's just no fun.
The truth fades away,
with the dawning of the day.

It all becomes moot,
in the pursuit of loot,
and the answers blur the lines,
between all the signs,
and the answers are untrue,
but I believe them too.

And the answers never come.
No the answers never come.
Will the answers ever come?

-- by R. A. Melos

copyright 2002

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