But what's the question?

I can see
Answered pilgrimage of my meaning
I can answer it all
Through my knowledge
Up and down it steers my fears
Through my life's wilderness

What if I got it wrong?
What if I framed things through my mind's wrought eyes?

Through my eyes I see things wrong?
And in my mind I wonder screaming doubt
All the questions that I asked
Littered are thoughts tuned in from my programmed past

What if I got it all wrong?
What if I framed things through my wrought eyes?

But what questions?
And how can I know what to ask?

Anger in my brain, not knowing
What's inside my frame?

What if I got it wrong?
What if I framed things through my wrought eyes?

But what questions?
And how can I decide what I'll find?
Blind eyes, but what question?
What will I find, as I dig in my mind?