QUESTION EVERYTHING
It’s the work of fate
or so we’re made to believe
that when trials fall
nature had it all planned.
But rarely do we pause
to ask ourselves
Why this?
Why me?
We make choices
and for each choice, a consequence
be it a leap or a crawl
we must brace for the fall.
Question everything.
Even nature is a question
a challenge
we were born to accept.
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