Asking too many questions just leads to more openings in logic

 

People always pass me by with that same look in there eye

People always say the things that only false pretense brings

Well, I’ve been staring at the sky

Waiting for answers to ring

But nothing has come to me in close to two decades!

While others, five times my elder are still looking up!

Falling for charades

Waiting for rain to fill their cup

 

Left there are others looking around

Right there is a mob of critics!

Down there is only ground!

So I wandered with the skeptics

 

No crusades end with success

Just a little more death on a pile of extinctions

Some claim that they are blessed

Play in their parents clothes of distinction

 

People tell me there has to be more to this

People paint pictures of love so unconditional

I can’t come to grips

My tanks on empty waiting to be full