?Question marks?Is there ever a thought that you were meant for more?A flicker of light though the cracked door?A notable change that you wish to make?Or perhaps just an unforgiven mistake?Why do these thoughts pester a clouded mind?One that needs itself to find?A missing piece of an old puzzle?That could wrap twice fold around a dogs muzzle?Questions arise in all forms?But do they cure the pestering worms?Is it so hard to confess the feeling?That everyone else is so willing?A doubt that hides behind the eyes?Of every single girl and guy?Gibberish may be the way?To find what you truly want to say?