Felix, when the questioner is self, the doubt is always greatest and the questions seldom answered to our satisfaction. No taskmaster knows everything about us except ourselves. I know that joy is a fleeting maiden as fickle as fate itself. Looking out, is often the best way to look in and find answers that make sense. I bid you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael

These are deep and thoughtful verses, Fee. Hugs,
Sheila

I know we have all gone through this, how many times do we question ourselves. The answers are always there, we look in the wrong directions. This is beautiful and sure can make people think on their past, present, and the future Felix.

Love ya face Cuz, XOXOXO, Rose

AND THROUGH IT ALL LOOK AT THAT VIEW, BEAUTIFUL!!!

Questions that beckon the halls of time and yet there are no answers that will satisfy. Sometimes it is a matter of acceptance so that we can move on. Such alluring words to perpetuate thought...

Be always safe,
Karen

What a conundrum your title poses... and an inate frustration! It's maddening when we can't answer our own questions or solve our own dichotomies. These are amazing ku, Felix. I feel the banks slipping further and further apart and the raising of a bridge in between... hands across also losing their grip. The mood is dour with weariness, the sense of hopelessness building. These are acute and surgical and make my heart race. You certainly take us there... now we need to come back again... and bring you with us! :)) Time most certainly understands because it sees the end from the beginning... it's only our mood that measures it and finds it either heavy or lacking. But somewhere the sun is still in the sky... and shining! Bet it knows our answers, too... Take care of your dear self and be kind: you are priceless and unique. xx

awww.. take a walk to a nearby bookstore, pick up one.....it does wonders...always help me... try it.. beautiful write... best wishes... :) neerja

Most compelling and candid ~
I can relate so well to this, your words are powerful.
Blessings,
Christine

Much pain and searching in these lines of introspection -- well done, Fee.

(((HUGS))) love and prayer, Karla.

Our answers are all within our soul. The soul knows all your questions and the answers..It is up to us to listen and hear it.

Wonderful poem, Fee.

Peace, love and light,
Amber

I sense a profound longing in these lines for something or someone you can no longer have. Oh the pain. J'nia

Thank You Felix
for these soul searching
excellent enjoyable Kus

Peace be with you
William

I do believe time does understand and gives the answer to self-questioning~
Hugs,
Chrissie

pondering life-i like this

There are times when I wonder if we contemplate too much. A beautiful write, Fee, filled with sadness and a feeling of doubt.

Self Questioning - I think something most of us spend lots of time on.

contemplation is good for the soul
searching and reaching in the stillness
we find as you have here expressing a really
thought provoking poem Fee

Time's Compass & Gifts
Vickie

WONDERFUL!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

A very good and thoughtful poem, Felix