The Answer was known before
The Question could even begin to take form
Inside the womb of realization.
A shining, delicate soul begins
To mold
The insistent inquiry, while staring
At the apparition
Dining across the stained glass table.
“Is it worth it?”
Pierces the air
And shifts the mind.
The apparition looks up from
A clean plate,
Just in time to see the delicate soul
Run into the hopeful horizon
We’ve been striving
To Reach.
To Reach
More to Discover
