Not Questions I Can Answer
Why am I who I am and not someone else?
Why am I here and not somewhere else?
Why is it me who does what I do?
What twist of fate was it that left me here,
And was it good or bad?
These are not questions I can answer.
I guess I do not get a choice,
And I'll just have to wait
To find out what life's going to throw at me next
I'm not so sure I'd change it even if I had a choice.
These are not questions I can answer.
Why do I look like me and not like someone else?
Why do I act like I do and not in some other way?
What twist of fate was it that made me this,
And was it good or bad?
These are not questions that I can answer.
Why do I believe what I believe
Why do these things ring true to me
Why not some other God,
Some other truth.
These are not questions I can answer.
Am I tied to some destiny I have yet to see
Or left here to do as I please.
Is there any way to know and do I want to?
Is everything just a twist of fate, a one in a million chance
Or is there no fate to twist?
These are not questions I can answer.
What makes me, me?
What is the essence there?
Can it be found or is it something more
Hiding on some other plane
A dimension we have yet to see
These are not questions I can answer
Where is heaven
Where is hell, is this life all we have
Or do we just fall back onto some never ending wheel
To try to get it right this time?
These are not questions I can answer
Why is all of you I know
And not another group,
Of friends and enemies?
Was there some reason to our meeting
Or was it just some random chance?
These are not questions I can answer.
Why are we here, this world this race?
Was this governed by something we cannot see
Or was it just a lucky accident
This world in which we live?
These are not questions I can answer.
Who is right and who is wrong
And can it be decided?
What gave us the right to change so much
To decide that we could make the choices that we make.
These are not questions I can answer.
What is good and what is evil
Can it be decided can it ever be known?
'Cause we very rarely choose to do something
just because we know its wrong.
It'll always seem right to somebody.
These are not questions I can answer.
Why do I sit here thinking this
What put it in my mind
Where did these questions come from
Was it that someone put them there
Or are they just flickers in my mind.
These are not questions I can answer.
How many questions can we answer?