Why are we here
to wander this life?
I never seek that answer
For I always fear
that question makes strife
And i'll find myself dead or with cancer
Why waste the day wondering
Instead out and free
Appreciating what we were given
So don't find yourself pondering
There is too much to see
In this world that we live in
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I have asked myself this question many times in my 16 years of life.. I mean. Life's a Bummer sometimes. Great reflective poem. Keep writing. -Audrey