QUESTIONS WITHOUT ANSWERS
 
 

Questions without answers,
 That roamed the land for the land for centuries,
 That thundered the skies for eternity,
 That boiled deep down the sea.
 
 

Questions without answers,
 That surround us all,
 That blind even the seers,
 That left aloof, will be our downfall.
 
 

My eyes cry,
 When I see a hunger-stricken body,
 Like boiled water but vaporless,
 Like the prevailing air but breathless.
 
 

My heart bleeds,
 When I see lightning strikes,
 With towering inferno, raging overland,
 That leaves an unforgettable,
smokeless trail in my mind.
 
 

My soul falters,
 When rivers flow one way,
 Leaving droplets, ebbing meagerly to masses,
 To find a resting place in dismay.
 
 

For who have they wronged,
 The Gods of Heaven, The devils of Hell,
 To deserve such blasphemies, that thronged
 The many to swell
 The overloaded, and life
 a worthless path to thrive.
 
 

For what good are words,
 Than only to speak,
 The speech of mortals,
 That no towers overpeak.
 
 

T'was a sad tale
To tell and to grieve,
 That works of arts pale,
 In comparison, nor leave,
 A legacy for the future,
 Or an attempt to venture
 To answer the questions,
 That question one's destiny,
 For who am I, but actions,
 Will I be.
 

 Alan Chong
 © August 1997
 

Midi Title: Zhu Fu [Best Wishes];composer: unknown
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