Wondering where I am.
Who can I be.
Why am I here.
Answers not quickly coming,
Only slowly forming
In my mind.
Why do I question?
Am I that unsure?
Or just afraid?
Afraid that already I know,
But just won’t admit it.
For isn’t it true,
That when we know,
There’s no more left.
Nothing left to find.
And no reason to find it.
Author notes
"The day we lose our need for dreams is the day the human race forfeits its soul."
-John Chiam
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