Angst Of Times

Do we know the answers
to the questions they ask?
And can we?

Do they know the questions
for which answers they seek?
Please tell me?

Whisper to my ear these
secret things, you keep them
oh so well

Chin to knees, clutch my thighs
and calves, and let the rains
freely fall.

Are we prepared as said?
Are we even ready
at all?