Solitude
Isolation
An escape from the ever bearing questions
To the running water
Music sounds in the green forest
Where I sought some kind of peaceful trek
Even the questions find me
I go to sacred towers in snowy mountains
Where Buddhists pray and transcend
Through time and space
Do these questions
Come knocking here and now
I cannot escape this
A “this”
That will be the answer to all time and the universe
The questions no longer haunt me
Now are the answers, that define me
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