The Question

The problem —
Whatever the problem may be
Between birth and death —
Is always
The question

And the question is only a question
When it is
Your question

A question handed out to you
Cannot be your question

Your question comes only
When it comes —

Through you, moving you
Whether or not you like it

And once it starts moving
And you start moving —

You wonder why
And how did it take you so long
To ask that simple —
Specific and particular question

And you realize
That no question that the world has ever asked
Or asks —
Is your question

And for once —
You begin
To live your life
Based only on the question
That moves you