Sometimes, I lie in bed, wondering.
Sometimes, I sit at my dining room table, wondering.
Sometimes, I read a book but understand no words, and why?
Because I’m wondering.
Who knew that there could be so many questions in life?
Who knew that not every question has an answer?
Who knew that life can be so long, but seem so short at the same time?
Many people have questions.
Few people have answers.
But my question, is why?
Sometimes, I sit at my dining room table, wondering.
Sometimes, I read a book but understand no words, and why?
Because I’m wondering.
Who knew that there could be so many questions in life?
Who knew that not every question has an answer?
Who knew that life can be so long, but seem so short at the same time?
Many people have questions.
Few people have answers.
But my question, is why?
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