And now to answer your questions
For which in life
There are no answers
And it isn't that there aren't any answers
Because they're all laid out there
In the collating sequence
But it can be hard to stare down sadness
With a reference point

And to answer your question
And the expression on your face
That points to the crushed objects in your heart
And looking to the floor
As it comes up to your knees
Now you know your position
Firmly planted
Albeit stuck
And not going anywhere
Fast

And you can climb, crawl
Hike, run
But fear I say
You're always at the crossroads
Of the collating sequence