So good at asking questions
So bad at finding answers
So good at finding symptoms
So bad at curing cancer
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Is this life we live the question?
Does that then make death the answer?
Don’t judge me for my questions
I judge you for your answers
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I judge you for your patience
No, judgement’s not the answer
Don’t question my impatience
Just make’s me want them faster
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Speed is not the question
So slowing down’s no answer
Don’t want to smell the roses
I feel thorns in your answers

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I’m troubled by these questions
I seek peace in these answers
Even though knowing is the question
And asking is the answer