I have so many questions
Question I don't understand
Asking those questions
Feels like entering a foreign land
I ask myself a lot of questions
Every night before I sleep
Some of them are silly
But a lot of them are deep
I won't ask these questions
Because I know how silly they sound
I don't know how many deep questions I have
I lost count
I don't ask these questions out loud
No one would want to answer them anyway
But if I would ask you these questions
What would you say?
Would you think about them
Even a week after I've asked?
Or would you answer immediately
Because you know that it won't be the last?
Or would you laugh
Because it just sounds so dumb?
Or would you answer
And then ask me some?
I know you'd hear my questions
But would you listen when I say
That you'll find the answer to these questions
You'll find the answer one day.

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Poem Collection
PoetryHere are the poems I've written and sometimes little backstories about why I wrote them. Enjoy my art :)