There are questions without answers
That will never get a response
I think about sometimes
Revisiting my past life
Once a person is dead
Conversation ends
Becoming one-sided silence
Keeping them with us
I tend to keep quiet anyway
Feeling no need for small talk
Except for a few chosen friends
And family connections
There are questions I do not ask
In social situations being polite
What interests me is too personal
For most people to abide
The back and forth of conversation
Exchanging impersonal information
That communication has value
But it leaves me wanting
To have a heart to heart talk
Hearing how you really feel about your life
What you hope and what you fear
That's what I most want to know
And if you ask me the same
This is what I might say
I’m trying to be a good person
Learning from my mistakes
