Don’t Be Mad At The Answers   When You Ask The Questions

Small lines

Sharp rhymes

Truth climbs  

Out of the dark  

Every time

You knock

Tick tock

But truth won’t mock  

Or dress itself  

To match your clock

You ask

And the mask  

You hoped would bask  

In gentle light  

Instead cracks

Answers bite

Answers fight

Answers show teeth  

In the night

They don’t rewrite  

The facts  

To make them polite

Don’t blame the flame  

For calling your name

Don’t shame the frame  

For showing the same  

Pain  

You tried to tame

If you want sweeter clues

Change the roads  

You choose 

If you want softer news

Stop lighting fuses  

You refuse  

To lose

But hear this truth

Questions bloom  

Their own proof

And the answers

Rough

Tough

Sometimes enough  

To split your roof

Still stand

So don’t be mad  

At the answers  

When you ask  

The questions