The Question Pool

Where did I leave my plastic halo?
Why can’t I speak to my good friend?
Am I sleepwalking through the best years of my life?
How long is too long to pretend?
What do I owe my parents’ generation?

What do I want and who would know?
Can I live on answers that were handed down to me?
Do I just hold on or just let go?

I am drinking from, I am drinking from
I am drinking from the water blue
I am drinking from, I am drinking from
I am drinking from the water blue
Down at the question pool

What is lying over my horizon?
What am I afraid of going through?
If whatever happens comes to push me past the edge
Will all I believе in still be true?

I am drinking from, I am drinking from
I am drinking from the water blue
I am drinking from, I am drinking from
I am drinking from the water blue
Down at the question pool

I wonder what it all comes to for me, for you?
I wonder what it all comes to?
Why am I moved by stories of Eden?
What does its lovely sadness mean?
Am I a traveler who cannot remember home?
Why do I cry sometimes in dreams?

I am drinking from, I am drinking from
I am drinking from the water blue
I am drinking from, I am drinking from
I am drinking from the water blue
Kneeling down at the question pool