You would get the Answer.

When problems wear a puzzling guise,

And questions cloud your searching eyes,

Don’t fret, for in the swirling sea,

Solutions often hide, you’ll see.

Worries, like a cloak, may shroud your day,

But sometimes in their midst, you’ll find your way.

In pondering and scratching your head so tight,

Sometimes, from nothing, shines the guiding light.

And in this realm of quest and questor,

Sometimes your question itself becomes the answer.

So, fret not, let the worries go,

In the river of life, just gently flow.

Through the chaos and the storm’s abyss,

You’ll find your bliss, your peacefulness.

Wait, stop, and take a restful sleep,

The answers, in time, your soul will keep.

Guchi.