THE FIRST OF MY LAST PROPOSAL
I seek an answer,
For my question.
For a long time i
thought,
You the question, and
myself answer.
It’s the virtues that sought
the question
And the candour shone the
answer.
Together they sought out my soul
I wonder how bizarre, i am.
Answer lay unveiled in my path ,
Walked it past many more times.
Never it grown to be the vital ,
Soul seemed lost somewhere in the woods.
Then i see; A faulty question yields
Nothing, but a million traits so wrong.
Now i clearly know, what
it is
You the answer, and
myself the question.
It’s the question that
sought virtues
The answer will always
shine the candour.
Now i clearly know
And i, do have my answer.
