What - Poem by hannah wilbert
There are so many questions I don't have the answers to
And no one can tell me why
The things that I ask them are true
Or false or for many cases undefined.
No one seems to know the why and whats of life
There are many more than few
But my favorites are the ones that no one seems to be able to answer
The ones that take a little thinking through
The ones that show the characteristics of the person telling the answers
Through and through
The ones that puzzle and baffle us
Evan the brightest has no clue
Things that cant really be defined on paper or in a book
But must be experienced by the person and yet the story can be told with one look
What is love and how come it can't last half the time?
What are feelings and what are they really caused by?
Why do people hate and why must people die?
What is the thing that has gotten us this far in life?
What is the thing that unites us together?
In this circle of life what brings us together?
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