Everyone has asked it. Everyone has heard it. Nobody has the answer.
It’s the question you ask when your confused.
It’s the lump in your throat.
It’s the tightness in your chest.
It’s the lingering pain you always feel.
It’s the never ending sting of sorrow.
It’s the grave you dig when you have nothing left.
It’s the nonexistent light at the end of the hypothetical tunnel.
The question that defined us.
The question that will destroy us.
The final question.