In the end, some questions always remain
Things you aren’t able to fully explain
There’s always a question left to be answered
And answers that do not conform to a standard
A mystery unsolved, a riddle unresolved
Variables you didn’t even know were involved
Filaments of thought that terminate in nothing
But a small shred of faith and uneasy trusting
That what you understand doesn’t feel like enough
But it never is, so you think you must bluff
To pretend that you know, that you understand
That everything is going according to plan
Leaving the real answer hanging in mid-air
Like a closet full of nothing to wear
