Maybe it’s because I’m creative. Maybe I’m just naturally curious. Maybe I choose to use my brain cells. Either way, I question things.
I sat on a park bench, noticing the questions below my feet. The trees cast their questions towards the sky. Maybe they dropped these, once they found their answers. Or, maybe they realized the answers are obscured, for the time being. Maybe they actually know the answers but threw the questions out there, just for kicks.