the question and the answer itself

I've been looking for answer.

It's like, when my feet hit the floors 

My mind orders my body 

To do this, do that, do whatever it wants

It just only some routines.

And about, who am I

What will I be,

How if..

What if..

Some other questions in my head and nobody could ever explain me about that

Day to day,

Month to month,

yet year to year

The old questions come and disappear,

come and disappear again

And the answers change, change again

I've been looking for answer,

And I believe I'll find it all 

Just in the perfect time

And there will not be another quoestion in my head, 

I hope so

But how if..

Well, that's a question

So I think, that's impossible for me to not find a question

Me myself, is the question and the answer itself.

Yet, I'm looking for answer.