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Don’t Ask Me

Please don’t ask me,

because I know you think

I know the answer.

We’re all looking for the answer

thinking someone else has it.

Some speak as though they know the answer.

That’s because they do.

They know their answer

but they don’t know mine

and they don’t know yours.

I suppose we’ll have to search

beneath the rubble of life

until we find it.

Then again,

perhaps each and every step of the journey

is the answer.

Perhaps we’ll never know for sure.

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