Answers

I'd give about anything some days to never have to answer to another soul again. I don't want to answer to myself. My maker. My end. I don't want supply answers to the man. To the woman. To the superior. To the inferior. I don't want to spend time pondering my answers, devising them, constructing or reconstructing them. I don't want to pick them apart. Defend them. Analyze them. Craft them. Shape them. Search for them. I don't even want to consider the questions I'm seeking answers to. Answers, beat it. Now.