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Questions
Staring up at the stars,
tiny dots in the night,
always there, seemingly unchanging.
Beginnings of wonder
about things never to be understood.
Questions run through the mind,
Swirling through the head.
Feelings of insignificance rule the night.
Asking questions,
questions about life.
Where did I come from?
Where will I go?
How will I get there?
How will I know?
What is there left for me?
The world is not mine for the taking.
No matter how much we try
the answers never come.