Endless Skies
As I lay in the soft cut grass
Looking up into the dark night sky
I see millions of stars.
As i watch I wonder why?
Why do all these stars stare back at me?
Why do I do the things that I do?
What am I supposed to do?
As I stare into these endless skies until my time
I will continue to wonder why.
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