Every time life poses a question,
We run helter skelter for answers,
We find for some, for some we don’t,
And for rest we take our chances.

For every answer we find, we spawn questions more,
And to find more answers we again run around unsure.
We fear to take our chances, when that’s all we can do,
Cos neither do I know the outcome, nor any sure are you.

So why do we fear to take our chances?
When anyway there’s nothing else we can do,
Doubt the existence of any answer,
Without searching inside your heart true?