Hes asking those questions hes asked before, asked the same ones and several more. He looks up and wonders who, what, when, where and why? Would he love some answers, yes he would but he won't deny. Hes sick of seeing it all again, hes seen it before, and hes not impressed. Its all a mess without, and within, it makes no sense to him. All these questions have no answers,they spread like cancer. Wheres the wiseman he asked before? He'll ask but expect no answers, but first he waits and hesitates.
