Ask ...

Come on son, come over here; Shoot what you want to ask
Come on son, throw away; the 'i know everything' mask

I know son, your head pounds; under burden of the doubt
I know son, you'll feel good; on clearing unnecessary clout

Come here son, you are brave; just you must realize
Come here son, I'll answer; the query that'll suffice

I know son, at times you do; feel a little shy
But you must know, we're humans; and obligated to try

We all have been there; under questions' cloudy sky
Never answered, later regretted; due to ego never pried.