Questioning the Path

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In the world of thoughts and wonder,

Where do questions go after we ask them?

Do they wander like floating seeds,

Or vanish into the unknown’s deep blue?

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Each question is like a pebble in a pond,

Spreading out, looking for a reply,

But sometimes it gets lost in its own maze,

Caught up in its own twists and turns.

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Can a question ever find peace,

Or does it keep circling around itself,

Always asking, always seeking,

Turning its own existence into a puzzle?

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As we think about asking questions,

Maybe the real answer isn’t about being sure,

But in always trying to learn,

Making the journey itself a big question mark.