Who? What? When? Where? Why?
Do your questions keep you up at night?
Who am I?
What am I?
When am I?
Where am I?
Why am I?
In my journey
through this cosmic sea,
though I try to simply
observe patiently,
I cannot help but wonder
every question ever thought.
I wait for them to dissipate
as I ask myself
if I will be trying until
my body rots.
Who is it
that is seeing what I see?
Who is it
that is observing me?
What is it
that they think of me?
What is it
that they think of at all?
When is it
that I will return to this home?
When is it,
that which exists outside of time?
Where is it
that I will find my answers?
Where is it,
the place where all boundaries dissolve?
Why is it
that the journey become the illusion?
Why is it
that we run from ourselves
when who and what I am
is where every single answer
originates?
Perhaps the real answer
lies in the questions?
About the Creator
Lolly Vieira
Welcome to my writing page where I make sense of all the facets of myself.
I'm an artist of many mediums and strive to know and do better every day.
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