What is this?
What is that
How far can I go?
Why am I here?
Who must I become?
I roam endlessly from here to there grasping things that seem to have answers.
Yet they seem to lead me astray
Everyday I wonder what,why,how,when,who,where,
I am uncertain of things but I will continue even if it seems like I don't belong I will roam endlessly like a wandering child.
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Poems I Write Yes This Is The Title Happy And Sad
PoetryPoetry that I will just write when I feel like it /in the mood can be happy or sad maybe just plain boredom
