Two Extremes

Gazing out of the window, I wonder often.

Gazing out of the window
I wonder often.
How does it feel to be on the other side?
Being at the bottom and being the capstone.

When I'm at the bottom:
I plan to go up, one day.And stare at the world below, from the top.
But, then I come to my senses and realize I'm still the one who plans to go up.

Does it hurt more to crane your neck and look up?
Or does it ache much, .when you look down upon your ghosts of the past?

When given a chance,
Where would you like to be?
At the top, where only a few eagles perch?
Or at the bottom, where their preys lay?
which one would you like to be?

All I know is,

I've questioned in my mind.

Questions which possess no answers.

Questions about everything.

A life shaped by questions

Changed by the answers

We seek answers often

And stumble upon more questions.

Is our life just that: questions and more questions?

Given a chance:

Which one would you be?

A  question, conundrum or

An answer, a solution?

                                                                                 

Another question, to an already unanswered heap of questions!

Now, I wonder, why I wonder about these!

And, comes an answer from within:"Wonder. Because that is how you seek wisdom!"