I wonder whom…
Someone out there
I wonder when…
Someday sooner or later
I wonder where…
A place, like any
I wonder how…
Gently, unknown
I wonder why…
Revenge, pride, money
It is what we all do
It is the reason we live
To die…

I sometimes sit and ask myself
What we all were and why
A thousand reasons,
And yet none

Why am I here?
Why are we different than stones?
What is the point?
When there will come a day
When all is gone, in vain, in darkness
Maybe that day will be tomorrow

Who bears the answer?
The silver key to solve this misery
I do…
We all conceal it
But we can’t use it until we die.


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