When I stare off into the horizon,
and my mind wanders to and fro,
I begin to wonder.
Why is it that people dream?
Is there a reason for winter?
Why must things die?
What happens to you when
you pass on? Do you dissapear,
Or does your mind float into the sky,
Watching as other lives unfold below?
Why don't trees grow sideways?
Why are humans flightless?
Is there such things as dragons?
Do I have a twin, seprated at birth?
Why do I sneeze so oddly?
Does everyone think so deeply?
Am I alone in my wondering?
If people heard my thoughts...
Would they wonder about me?