Questions
Questions
Questions aren't a form of Disrespect.
Was the World better when you were
Young? Or you were just too young to
Notice it's flaws.
People think disrespect is something to
Tussel about, It's not.
It's something to keep an eye on, I have
Thousands of questions in my mind, I
Have too much to say, Wanna hear?
The world stood still, then moved again,
But now with rhythm you held no blueprint,
No plan nor masterkey, yet questions remains
To unlock ourselves, So why remember
Questions missed? Why not bother with it
At all? Because always issues wanted or not.
Questions remains.
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