Ever-Questioning

Sometimes I think it would be nice
If I could just live life on the surface
Enjoying the blessings that come
And surviving the misfortunes

I admire people who can do that
Or do I?
Can I imagine being content
Without searching for deeper meaning?

Instead I’m always wondering ‘why?’
Always asking questions
When perhaps it would be better
Some remain unanswered

So I must continue to prod
Looking into dark corners
Examining each pebble of memory
Under my own microscope

At leas it can never be said
That I have turned my back
When I’ve encountered
A new clue