Questions

What have I done?
Have a created a monster?
I feel like a small child who's unleashed the beggining of some chain reaction.
Now that it's started, I don't know how I can get it to stop.
Why can't I be young, where it doesn't matter? Or old where it's mattered but passed?
Isn't there supposed to be a clock somewhere connected to dials and chains, which we can use?
To simply turn back time?
Is love a greedy monster, filled with nothing but hunger and vanity?
Or is it meant to come across as a magnificent flower, with the deadliest row of thorns?

Questions seem to be the only answer. A question to a question, another to the next.

But where does the first come from?