Questions
I sit here today, thinking,
and wondering why
everything is the way it is,
What is up in the sky?
Is there really a God up there,
or am I just naive?
Is there really anything to celebrate
on Christmas Eve?
I think there is something out there,
bigger than us all.
But it what everyone wants me to think,
putting up a wall?
My confusion is only human,
for I naturally question and fail.
And through my life, I will add
more lines to this tale.
Maybe someday I'll find a wife,
and maybe I'll just travel.
But all my answers I will find,
as I watch my life unravel.
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