Sinner!

Any question asked, is not asked by me;
And I have never wanted to wonder.
I ask and then run, for fear of the fee,
That the answer might force me to tender.
Any answer given, is not received,
At least not as far as I want to know.
I am out to lunch, no messages please!
Oh darn, I just missed me, where did I go?
And yet, I’ve gone somewhere, by some someone
Been moved, moved without being moved at all.
Is a hard heart, falling, at last undone,
At the end of its hurtling free fall?
Let’s hope I am prone to exaggerate,
Otherwise it will always be too late.