musing the question (2001)

I guess the thrill of wide-eyed question asking -of credulity-
diminishes when one realizes the necessity of decisions and making choices.

but where has all the fun gone?!?
there are very little answers, that is one thing for sure.
at least there are none that satisfy for too long.

knowing this how do you choose to ask relevant questions
without feeling like a puppet-student of life?