Queued in Question.

I am but a man waiting for a response. i have asked the world many of time yet still no luck. its as if me asking has almost got annoying and as the worlds sucks its teeth and rolls its eyes. i sit and hear no sounds as i hold back my cry. for if i were to scream the world might actually hear me. but i was always told its not polite to yell. as if mothers words were wrong and the only speech being made is that of a bond between me and the sun, me and the earth being raise in a natural sense as the sun of a father, the Son of a father gives light shining a way towards the unending questions. be that of Sun and Earth and only the child yet drenched in the light not yet the Sun of its potential but the son of the sun pushing its values and judgments unto how nature plays its course. will i ever find the worth. will the worth i seek for ever be revealed in the shine as i grow into my own sun destined to shine? continue to find shade in mother, as earth has always protected me. I am but a man waiting for a response.