I Keep Asking Why
I think the universe is all random
There is no reason
No reason for anything
Things happen
People live
People die
They fall in love
Or they don’t
They suffer pain
Or they live care free
A philosopher once said
Find a house where there
Has been no pain
No heartache
And you will know
The meaning of life
But such a house
Does not exist
Copyright © Ellen Gwaltney Bales | Year Posted 2023
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