In my secret heart of hearts,

there is someone Bold.

In my secret heart of heart,

There is someone Gold.

There I live,

And inside,

There is something Big.

Questions go unanswered,

And answers go unquestions,

It's out in the air now,

The secret of my heart,

What is the Answer?

Will there even be an answer?

Will I like it?

Will They?

Questions go unanswered,

And answers go unquestioned,

Circling and Rotating through my mind.

Answers simulate,

Questions appear,

But I don't hold the answers.

There are but two answers,

Both I dread with abandon.

Why am I so eager to tie myself down?

For now I float,

So free and and open,

along a path of my own choosing

But I have asked,

And whatever answer I get

All will be different,

Evermore.

(Sorry, I wrote this last year, looking back at it it's really cringy for the situation I wrote it about. Sorry it's the first on my google doc.)