Questions..

Questions is all I have
Answers few
Yet none's interested in knowing them
No one here wants a solution
Ignoring is the art they master
Turn a blind eye
And things go invisible
However humongous it may be
Brush off
Wipe it clean
Your heart hasn't witnessed anything
Nor has anything been registered  in your brain
Control your soul, your conscience
For its causing all the thunder
Shouting too loud
Screams, bursting the ear drum
Deafening
Bleeding your ears out
But
Maintain your composure
You hear nothing
NOTHING
Shove off the questions
Answers, what do they mean?
For real?
Paste that smile on
Get going with your life
Keep your breath sync with your foot
Breathing, moving..