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Universal Questions
I stand here gazing at stars in the sky,
Wondering what happens when I die?
It’s harder to see with my own eye,
The purpose of life as it passes by.
First, I’ll consider the where, when, and why?
Who or what it was, that caused my goodbye?
What was important, whether girl or guy?
A purposeful life, or is that a lie?
Was it important, the people I knew?
Or all the things I did or didn’t do?
Was it what I learned as my knowledge grew?
Or what I passed on, at least to a few?
To many questions I could clearly see,
My purpose in life was I became me.
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Texas Cowboy
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