QUESTIONING THE MYSTERY

I used to be when I’m being. When everything it’s just where’s meant to be. Be to stand still or stand up…
Not pretending, not reflecting. Walking without an answer, just the perfect question. That’s the point, the question.

The more you ask, the best I know you. The more I know you, the less I know about intentions. And if -just if- I get not to know you more, I’ll be again where It’s suppose you wanted me to be…
Questioning. Standing up after every answers I didn’t want to know. Walking with information that’s not always necessary.

Cause...
The more you know the less you reach.

Cause, finally...
Mystery is an obvious answer to last.