Question Mark Man.

I knock on the door in the distance.

You open up to me and question who I've come as.

I straighten up my glasses, and reply… “Your answer.”

You knock me out, and say I have a lot to answer to.

So, I answer… with a question.

And quitely mumble… “Who would you rather me be?”

She answered, “the question of course.”

I just stood as a symbol, looking straight at the answer in-front of me.

And the quest that laid within her vision.

I turned, smirked and said…

 “You've answered the question.”

… and just like a question, I leave a mark.



- from the laptop of...