• Every day questions appear,
    Inside this mind of mine,
    To many to list,
    But not enough to forget,
    Is there a reason that the wind causes so much harm?
    Maybe the temperatures changing to much,
    Maybe it’s spirit is bored,
    Why did the chicken cross the road?
    To get to the other side?
    Maybe it was being chased and needed somewhere to escape,
    Many question appear inside this mind of mine,
    Out of all of them I have pondered,
    One is always on my mind,
    If we knew the purpose of life,
    Would everything end?
    Would life just continue on?
    Or would it restart again?
    I’m sure that in time, the true answer will appear, but until that time of fate,
    I guess I’ll just sit here.