Buzzing...

Plowing ahead. That is it. We all have a row to hoe. We have to get to it. No sense in asking the bigger questions. Oh, ok, you can do that too when you take a break. Questions like clouds above our heads: "What's it all about?" But, finally, the questions don't really need to be answered. Answers seems in short supply. Plowing, hoeing, keep a going. You know like a busy bee.  Buzzing around, doing your thing.