Faith

A question precedes and follows
every time I close my eyes
to find faith

why, what, how...
rationale, logic,
justification,
the search begins
and in the whirlpool of thoughts
so called reality prevails

And then, another set of questions
what is it,
real, surreal, or otherwise?
what is that we see-
the facade, or a mask
or a make-believe...
why should it matter,
and again, why should it not?

No, I am not faithless,
not yet,
I do believe
that the answers are there-
waiting to be found.
I follow thus
mirage after mirage...
soak in the dry sand of time
and wait for the illusive drops
that will quench the thirst
and answer all the questions...
I do believe,
faith is not dead,
it is just on comma.