Question

For every question there is critical thinking, reasearch and an answer. Questions births growth and evolution. Read the poem below.

Question?

The more you look 

The less you seem to see

The confusion lets you on the hook

Can not fathom what it could mean

Covered with an atmosphere of relaxed air

Yet the waters are flowing towards question's den

Could it be wet, feathery or clear

Lies or fact or truth to tell

Perimeter of fricked wisdom shrinked

Uncertainty besets its blink

On crimped queries 

Set aside and left unrevealed

Green land, island of growth hangs

In answered thesis

The redeeming hands of reasearch's clan

Where it persists, theories sprang.

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