Life is an unanswered question,
    of lines few,
Some like to answer it,
    but few really do.
Life truly is a book of volumes three,
    the past, the present, and yet-to-be.
The past we have read in a way,
    in a way never to be re-read again,
The present we are in,
    but in great constrain,
The yet-to-be is as unsure,
    as my unanswered question.