After some time of living I know nothing.
Nothing is sure and wonder is everything.
Someone once said that with years comes knowledge,
I lived more than 20 now and still I feel on the edge.
The days, months and years bring to my understanding,
The more I learn, the more I am left wondering.
Maybe I cannot understand that which I seek,
Maybe I'm only intended to reason and to speak.
But yet I can't help wonder about the many things I do not know,
Who's or what is out there and his or their face do not show?
I wonder who inteded for me to live,
Who did this gift of life to me give?