I lay here with pen in hand thinking of many things...
I wonder why the sky is blue.
Why we live by time.
How come we cry when we are sad and when we are happy.
Do you know why we are here?
Why do we grow old?
How come we die and do we have to??
Where does fear come from?
and where does it go when we fall in love?
How come some are born broken and others are not?
Do you know what hate is?
Why do we feel pain?
Do we love for a reason?
What is it all for???
Many thoughts....
are there answers???
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