Some live to live and some just to die and some walk blindfolded but I want to know why,the river flows to the sea and doesn't stop at the shore,before the vastness of space was there vastness before or was it more of the same and are fairy tales true to the pixies who **** them,or are they just unpicked seams in the dreaming of children?

Who raises the corn,who decides when were born,are we torn from a notebook,just pages to look at?

Who decided to call time before time ever was,was it because they were bored,when you hit the floor running does it matter how fast and do we last longer if we exercise and get stronger or is that just half right with the other half wrong(er).

Some people die without ever wondering why, and I wonder why,
that is.