Out of all the questions

Get out questions stop getting twisted on my tongue.

Out questions let someone else have some. 

Of this there is no sense. 

All in all just the intense, the things that come from nowhere. 

The right question is like an enjoyable shit. 

The non word clues, the brain sometimes on snooze. 

Answer, answers won't always like to hear the answer. 

Ask all you like, the pictures might say blurry. 

Venture forth anyway, there may be thorns in the eye of the needle. 

There luminous pins of questions raised. 

An understanding, is that what questions give you. 

An end is that a result of one to many. 

​​​​​​Expectations to fall from, is that what questions imply. 

No question is stupid, always want to learn more. 

But asking is stupidity done to  discover the hurt and its cause. 
Questions how they ponder and circle around, stick out like sore thumbs, so one tries to avoid ruining there own life. 

Someone once said questions are the best way to pass out. 

To trip and land in the ugly truth. 

No questions will truly answered if you're not ready to hear. 

No answer holds you when you cry. 

I've never questioned life, just my contribution to it, within it, pose and poise. 

Where I belong in this, if it matters at all. 

A small ant can shift that rubber tree plant if it has high hopes. 

Question this, one of many in the human swarm. 
Are you worthy of all. 
Shall thine be done. 

Is the answer to your question...personal . Extinction.