The question for that answer.

Sometimes I wish to just pass by. If so, I wouldn't have to think about the those ironic answers to the old same and stupid questions, like why, how, who, when...
The idea of just pass by, burst some anger within me, and makes me wonder where can I find that inner peace.
Spite all the tries, I still don't have this figured out.

Meanwhile, I search for a reason to do such search. The human mind plays tricks, and when you may think you've found an answer, it makes you realize that" 's not so simple" and "keep questing".

Whenever...

Just pass by.