What might life be without you? What might love feel aside you? What shall a sole be without you? I question, cry and weep, for the thought of your desire elsewhere being, makes the world's plants dry, and the kids dead nearby and my love nothing but a worthless alobi. Yet I wonder and wonder and think.
What is God? What are we? What is life? Why so cruel and dark must it be? I ask and question and think. But they say I'm too young, I' m too stupid, I'm too imature to think. Yet, recklessly,