Burning Question

There’s nothing more dreadful
Than punishing ones self
With half baked answers to burning questions
Does it mean so little?
Concentration shot
All the limits reached
Savouring delights unheard of
In these restless times

I think we’re all the same
With longing in our hearts
To strike out on the great adventure
We were born to take,
Unbuckle my fatigue
Don your protective gear
These questions may cause untold harm
If not handled correctly


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