I Have to Ask Myself


It's pointless.
Everything I do,
Everywhere I go.
I have to ask myself,
Why?

Childhood is to grow,
School for education,
College for jobs,
Jobs for money,
Money for life.

Life.

That can't be it.
Yes, life is the best of all gifts,
But if it's only a gift,
There must me something more,
Something bigger.

And I have to ask myself,

What?

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