I don't have any answer

I don't have any answers,

Because I'm in question.

Or maybe I'm the question,

Concealed in your answers.

Either way, I'm in a fix,

The kind that can't be fixed.

Or maybe it can,

but who am I to say?

I don't have any answers,

In these questions, I have to stay.

Or get slay? But either way,

This zeal to know everything,

does have a price to pay.

Am I willing to do that?

Or am I falling into another question?

again? Maybe I am,

but who am I to say?

"Picture this with me",

(who is this? - I'm your conscience)

You started an infant,

Maybe things were tough for you,

But you aced them in an instant.

Now that you've grown older,

Why is your head full of doubts?

At times you questioned your own existence,

Who sowed these sprouts of doubts?

I can see that you're lost,

I am you, I'm lost too! - within you,

It's funny how you doubted me,

when we were together in this -

what has gotten into you?

It's okay to lose,

It's okay to not know everything,

It's okay to feel soo tired,

that you lose all hope within you.

But what's not okay,

is to give up, not on them,

but on yourself, because

only you can find it all!

"you're the answer".