With the night comes wonder.
Not awe-struck wonder,
but rather "I wonder".
I wonder if the rain,
pounding upon my rooftop,
will rupture through the ceiling.
I wonder if those without a home,
who wander the city streets,
have a dry place to sleep tonight.
I wonder if I will ever be brave enough
to explore all the world has to offer,
or if I will wake up in 50 years,
wrinkled and withered under the weight of
my regret.
I wonder if I'm on the right path
or if there exists such a thing as destiny.
I wonder if a god did exist,
would he truly be so benevolent?
I wonder why the people of Earth
need so desperately to believe in something
other than the magnificence of
taking in a deep breath of oxygen,
and knowing that we are alive;
I wonder why we bow to
the sky,
but not to
each other.
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