Are there any answers
I think not
One man’s God is another man’s rot
We search and search
from tender youth
To find what we consider truth
But even if we’re open minded
How shall we know when we find it
For everything learned limits our thought
And who’s to say what’s to be taught
Perhaps the best searchers are children and fools
They have yet to be jaded
By knowing the rules
Photo and words, Copyright (C) 1983, Robin Kurtz
Published in "Introspects"
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