The Wandering Mind
I Wonder
I wonder,
not because life is unfair or harsh,
but perhaps it was never about
being a good soul.
I wonder
why I loved life
even when it greeted me with bruises.
Perhaps I am simply destined
to suffer.
I wonder.
And I wonder again,
because I feel like my heart
has been taken away.
I know
you also wonder
I am not in love
perhaps my heart is just empty.
I wonder
At times what makes me feel alive,
And where the spark to keep on searching
wandered into my mind.
Perhaps I am just someone
curious enough
to keep wondering.
Perhaps one thing is for sure
we all wonder.
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