You ride along life,
Just living as it is.
Then you hit something along the path,
and go out to see what it is.
Then there was nothing there.
You begin to question what just happened,
but more and more questions appear.
You go back into the car,
in which you lived life,
but you've changed in which you question things.
You continue to ride along,
and let things flow.
You let reasoning explain these things,
but who made reasoning?