A PROBLEM:

Why do i sometimes
feel that i am not myself
when my mood is dry
and biting and accurate
without being precise
enough? Why is there
a Problem? Why? Wherefore
How? i don’t want to
know. I never did. Not
now nor ever. Why then
am i still perplexed?
What causes wonder? Who
asks the Final Question?
Why do i weep when i see
not tears nor ashes. Why
am i overcome by doubt;
and doubt only? I wish i
could answer just one
of these questions. That
would make me a happy man.