My Answer To Your Question?

It's rather too late.
It's rather too fast.
The questions beyond my answer
When asked.

I think and think,
I blink, then wink
To dodge what asked
Because my answer is masked.

Questions of all.
Answers of none.
Does it matter?
My mind is scattered.

I will try to find it.
But where should I start?
Books, places, rivers or sky?
But let the question reach first my mind.

I will figure it out.
I will find a way.
Let me seek a fresh air pray.
My heart knows it somewhere.

It's neither too late.
It's neither too fast.
I won't tell you my answer.
MY ANSWER is BASKED.