It’s way too often, and  when it is,

it overwhelms me, your nonstop quiz.

You push for answers, and they push me.

Stop asking questions, it robs my glee.

Your need to know things, in your own way,

just drives me crazy, I have to say.

Your own agenda, is not my goal,

go find your answers, not in my soul.

The world has choices, remove my place,

go find the others, for your disgrace.

Stop asking questions, I want no more.

On this relation, I close the door.