The Cold Wind’s Asking

What if there’s nothing left to discover
And we have lost what it means to wonder
If all that we ever knew was what we would know
And there are no questions in our minds to show
What we should think of or strive for just when
It’s time to consider the meaning of life again
Before it slides back into oblivion’s darkness
Because we didn’t credit wisdom’s starkness
When we have become lazy of thought
Having forgotten all we’ve been taught
As we sit facing the cold wind’s tasking
Question… Of my source you could be asking?