It doesn’t work like that.

I climb high up the mountains, go deep inside caves.

But they still keep coming.

I turn them away, tell them I have no answers.

But they still keep coming.

The future, their fate, the meaning of life, the face of the gods. Of these I know nothing.

But they still keep coming.

I ignore their questions and sit in silence.

But they still keep coming.

I just watch the world and its beautiful patterns.

But they still keep coming.

Some demand, some ask, some plead and some bargain.

It doesn’t work like that.

They keep asking questions.

But never sit…

And just watch.