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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,202
Peak in subgenre #34
Author
c-Kam
Uploaded
November 21, 2005
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MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
I have always questioned things throughout my life. This poem is the simple answer to all of those questions.
Lyrics
All my life
I have been taught to question
to question people
to question things
to question life
to question the world
to question what I'm about to say
or what I'm about to do
to question situations i have gotten myself into
to question myself
to question my own questions
to question responses
but I have questioned so much of life
that even the food I eat
comes wrapped in plastic that is covered in question marks
I sleep in quesiton-marked pajamas
and so my dreams are only those of questions to come
questions constantly hum in the back of my mind
through the statements and answers given throughout the day
I hear a single letter echoing- Y
and why Y?
why is it that I feel the need to ask
feel the need to grasp every concept
Because by questioning, I am ringing the dinner bell
Inviting all of knowledge to eat with me
Now THAT'S food for thought
and answers aren't just brought to you
answers aren't given over the holdiays as an act of love
answers can only be found by seeking
so the question mark as my flashlight in a cave of curiosity
I go searching for the answers I so long to hear
so clear as to where
that the who and what doesn't matter
so long as when questions are presented
answers are represented back to me
Factually
-Not sarcastically
and drastically the answers run through me
New perspectives shine light into corners of my head never examined before
giving me chance to explore
MORE QUESTIONS
Question marks MUST be reincarnated and reused
because even God couldn't create so many
and so in a warehouse found in the suburbs of my soul
long abandoned- left behind long ago
I find crates filled with Buddha's questions
and Jesus's questions
I find question marks
dated back to before Noah built the ark
and I take time to enlighten
But answers give way to more questions
and the questions are exponential
because for every answer
there is at least 5 more questions to be answered
I set out only to figure out why I'm here
and now I'm questioning if the ends justifies the means
and what this all means
and maybe simple dreams
hold the answers I am looking for
but nothing is conclusive
there is no question to end all questions
No final question mark to end MY sentence
Questions run-on and fragment our very way of life
and so as I lay in bed
I am strangled by the hooks at the ends of my question marks
and they hang from my neck like necklaces
and nothing is resolved
until the next day
I get out of bed
mind a-blank
I walk to my window to embrace the rising morning
hands resting on the sill I peer out into the streets
No questions
Just kids running around making a statement about life
and the sky reads like heaven's answer
beautiful blue rested upon by white clouds
and the sun shines light upon me
the type of light that infects the soul
which then regurgitates a smile
and the day is so beautiful
so magnificent that it is only fit for people
only fit for happiness
only fit for love
and I think to myself
Why question this?
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