The question of questions
The question universaly refered to as
Many have tried to solve it.
many have gone crazy
Why do we live?
Why can we feel?
Why can we hate,
Why is this network of feelings
So intertwined with the question?
Why were we created?
Why were we created so delicate?
As fleeting as the ocean breeze
The world cold like the salty spray on your face.
We might never know
But untill then, we will keep asking Why.
Our existance is too minute,
For some to understand.
We will keep loving,
And we will forever keep
The all-mighty word
By our side.
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