The question cries out for an answer,
The reason to seek is to find.
We knock that the door may be opened,
And not for the echo inside.

If the answer is not forthcoming,
If the seeker does not find a door,
We must look till the light shines upon us,
And knock till the op’ning appears.

In the other direction lies madness,
To believe that there may be a door,
To talk to hear ourselves chatter,
Forever and ever more.