Form: Italian Sonnet 3
Ask the question and all the answers come
So many answers and all them are right
Which one will inspire the mind to flight
It is enough to leave the thinking numb
And I’m left wondering was I so dumb
To ask this old question so late at night
As too many answers now come to light
And I have no idea where they come from
But it’s too late when the question’s been asked
The truth I sort and the truth I must chase
Through chaos and confusion like a maze
Beyond the now leaving behind the past
This reality I now have to face
And let my life enter this, a new phase
©JGFarmer2021
A Garret Poet 