A quick postulation capriciously caught "Is sleep for the dreaming? Or dreaming the sleep?" "If I look through a peephole does that make me a peep?" "Is the sky up above us? Or the earth down below?" "If your audience is blind can you still have a show?" "If you smell what you eat can you eat what you smell?" "If a water-hole's sick. Can it still be a well?" "If strikers are struck is it just retribution?" "If you contribute no help is it still contribution?" These questions were heavy. Too hard to endure. So he went to a friend and he gave them to her Ah ha she responded you look quite confused Me thinks that to much you have recently mused But answer I will (to the best that I‘m able) Now please be attentive (don’t chew on the table) Yes, no, perhaps, I just couldn’t say No, maybe, yes, it might work that way I hope I have cleared all the questions you raised That I’ve answer the musings that had you so dazed Now if you don’t mind friend I really must go There are so many others who need what I know And as she walked off with her confident stride The mongoose just chuckled then sat back and sighed I may be confounded confused and confuddled But at least I admit when I know that I’m muddled I’d rather ask questions though answers I’ve none Then pretend that I’ve solved them and prove that I’m dumb