Question Marks

By: Abe Sierra Jr.

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When you're young

Question marks are treated like precious stones

Then one day

You're told to grow up and bury them

Abandoned and concealed

Their value is eventually forgotten

 

Dig

Dig them

Dig them out

Contemplate the splendor of hidden jewels 

 

I’m asking you

To start asking me

About ways to ask each other

The same exact things we've been asking ourselves

 

Then we can wonder while we wander together

 

And march across fields of gray

Like a rebel army on a rescue mission

Soldiers set on emancipating their very own minds

From an oppressive regime of absolutes

 

Don't give me answers; ask me questions

Inject me with

What ifs

Infect me with

How abouts

 

A little less commas,

No periods

More question marks

 

Then we can wander while we wonder together

 

Sailing across a sea of gray

 

With no map or compass

Only curiosity

To take us

Where we need to go