Ask Yourself a Simple Question

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There I go without moving,

A question I ask, but not to myself.

In silence, the answer lingers,

Yet elusive, dancing just beyond reach.

What am I, this query without form,

Echoing in the emptiness of the void?

A riddle, a puzzle, a whisper in the dark,

Unveil me, unravel me, and find the key to unlock

The secrets that lie hidden within my simple question.