why?
where did all my questions come from?
in this mysterious world, I take pleasure in wondering
I sit down numbering my questions but they just keep on coming
I find joy in the journey
for the answer is not always satisfying
Don't fear big questions
"it's too early to be asking questions like that"
if not now- WHEN?
I'd rather inquire now than wait & be too late
my questions aren't for the lazy
It takes deep thought to ask not only respond
they go beyond- breaking the mold we're told is there to keep us safe
I respond to everyithign with "why" like a 5 year old
Call me childish, but it's the one who becomes a kid again who's entering the Kingdom
Be the kid who survived
the artist, poet, creative
THE WONDERER
I'm a child of God, yes I am