The Answer

A question,
left in the mind,
a forgetten problem,
in need of return.

The question,
waiting to be asked,
finding a way out,
but when will it come?

Some question,
all this time,
never to be brought up,
not even once.

Forget the question,
there's ne need to mourn,
no need to cry,
it's in the past.

Ask the question,
what are you afraid of,
there's no one here,
to stand in your way.

The answer,
a question has been asked,
listen carefully,
but what does it mean?