Whom shall thy answer to?

Who shall thy answer to?

To your master or to your wife?

To the taxi driver on the road,

Who shouts at you?

Or to your friend who trusts you?

Or the child who looks at you,

To give that one moment of joy

By playing with him for a while?

The whole world out there expects doesnt it?

Wants something from you always,

Answers they all want,

How to give them or how to phrase it,

Tougher it seems than the answers themselves.

Yet we do try to manage,

Answer we do, after deep thought, for some,

For those that seemingly impact our lives.

Answer we do, with no thought at all, for some,

For those who can afford to take that irrationality,

Answer we dont, for some,

Who just come and go and vanish.

So yes, we do answer or do not,

To everything outside, yet realise we do not,

That several answers lag within,

Answers of thy self,

Answers of those dreams that only you know,

Answers for the truth, that only you know,

Answers for those questions, that linger always,

Answers of what you live for.

Take a look at thy palm,

With lines running all over,

A complex maze it seems,

It is all but yours nevertheless,

Yet we worry about the complexities outside.

Answer to yourself, my friend,

That is all the answer that is required.