I'm afraid I can help you not.
All I know is what we're told:
That answers stem from thought.
If instead you search for reason
I must warn you none are sure.
We all depend on foes and friends
For something to adore.
You ask what will make you happy
But my answer you forsooth.
Why do you think me lying
When I tell you "Seek the Truth"?
Why ask me all these questions?
Why not find out for yourself?
Weren't you taught that cautious thought
Is a sign of your good health?
I support the search for knowledge
Of things we'll never know.
Where else might we wander,
And where else would we grow?
No comments:
Post a Comment