The Last Question To Be Asked Since the day I was born I've had many questions to ask. No matter the form or the tone of the words to be had, come all sorts from the future, present, or past. I've looked for answers left and right, under bridges and around corners. Shined light down dark alleys and cleared many paths. But that was a small time ago and now we are here on this present day. When my eyes have seen many and my feet have walked across all. My days are slowly slimming, dimming. While lights are fading, dimming. As I lay here staring at the door, I finally realize what I was looking for. Someone worth caring for, with all my hearts worth. My last question that I ask murmured at the slightest, "For what is a #life with no love worth living for?"
