How Many Questions?

But I don’t want to answer

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A long day, carrying a duty
solving the trouble, dealing with people
no energy to care, murmur a no

But on a bus, on a train,
in a street, in a valley,
there is always someone who is curious,
who ask questions, or who really need a damn answer,
of who I am, where I go, why I am alone,
what I am doing here, what kind of job I do,
and the other dozens of things about me

Is this tired face, or restless legs,
or these scared eyes, or those “no” and
“I don’t know” so hard to be understood?

Let me be,
let me be silent,
let me be silent without an answer,
let me be silent without an answer and walk away,
let me be silent without an answer and walk away to go home.

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