To the wisdom of people

There is that which vexes you..
And these ailments I question from your words...

What is this longing you have my friend?
Can it be that then I am merely imposing and walking beyond the fence... or am I merely wondering the lawn of a stranger...

All these question... they compel and yet at the same breath instill the awareness of how it is to find that you will sit behind your gesture never revealing in the hopes that there would be a venture made by one... indeed perhaps not I... perhaps not even one living... but the question remains friend... What is this you speak of...