Why am I?

At times I feel,

There is a lot to say, and talk about.

Nothing in specific, just anything.

Emotions,  nature, life, world, politics, people,

And other myriad aspects of our existence.

While, at other times I feel nothing,

But now isn’t the time to wonder.

If a fellow treading by the street

Asked me who I was,

I believe, I would fail miserably to explain.

And, honestly, I am not too bothered.

The feeling which has my heart worried

Is the reason of my being.

Why am I?  The way I am?

Am I here to fight?

Or am I to escape!

And if your heart

just stopped for a moment,

Now is the time to wonder.


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