Life moves on
but these question marks remain
Family? Love? Career? Future?
and many more storm my brain

As a teenager I was told
‘Work hard these two-three years’
and a comfortable life will unfold

But now I think
if the truth be told
those ‘two or three years’
will keep coming back till I get old

After all hard work
the question marks remain
new if not the old ones
losses accompany all that I gain

But when I clear my head a little
I realize that I have to find the answers
for life is nothing but a riddle

These question marks I have to erase
albeit they’ll be replaced by more
’cause I’ll never know the other side
until I knock on the door