Questions
Where? When? How? What? Who?
These are the questions I’ve asked you.
No response, no one knows the answer,
No one knows, it doesn’t even matter,
Yet I still ask you again, another way:
Where did we come from and to where are we going to?
When was time born, and when it stops what will we do?
How could we forget our past, and how will we survive?
What will it take to notice: it is a privilege to be alive?
Who will be the first one to stand up, while the others lay?
Copyright © Thomas Kovacs | Year Posted 2006
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