"The questions are the answers I forgot"

Setting the Homeless on Fire Is this the way the homeless have to sleep Worrying someone might set them on fire (I read somewhere how this was happening)? Depressed into celibacy so deep Existence becomes the only desire Or not but if not without suffering Nothing today seems very amusing In this amusement park I stumbled on How this was amusing is confusing But I will remain till all hope has gone And they close this park tonight after dark Then more confused than ever stumble on Who am I? What am I? Why (anyway)? I might ask yet I might answer and say That I this human being ask why not Weary of analyzing everything I have come to question my questioning: The questions are the answers I forgot +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMX