There are countless questions and mysteries
Bombarding the human mind.
The reasons and meanings and histories
Of the race that is human kind.
Where did this life originate?
And how did we come to be here?
Did Someone or something create?
Or did we suddenly simply appear?
Did we evolve from other lesser life?
A long-lost mortal race?
Or have humans such as you and I
Always lived upon this place?
Is there a right and wrong that's real?
And who can set the rules?
"For you it's bad, but me? No deal!
I make my own, you fools!"
Does life have any reason?
Is effort worth the time?
Is there Truth to believe in?
And does Reason fit with rhyme?
All this humans ask inside
Each and every day
To close and fill the gaps of life
To find and make their way.
But the deepest of confusions,
One that baffled from the start,
On which few have formed conclusions,
Is the fabric of the heart.
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On a Young Heart
PoetryA collection of my random poetic inspirations. Though they're not profound, I hope that everyone who reads them can find something special and meaningful in these words.
