by Adrianna

Questions

I sit and I contemplate myself
Inside and out, who am I now?
Am I the me that was and always has been,
Or am I a new me, a second skin from the first?
I once was a bubble of fun and uncaring attitude,
Now that bubble has popped, I am the product of,
Nothing much
How did I get to be where I am in my head?
Was it the chaotic clutter of events that caused my outcome,
Or is this thought process simply a notch on the preplanned string,
of my universal self within?
Can I change me?
Can you change me?
Or do we both simply bump our way along whats meant to be?

I sit and I contemplate you
Inside and out, who are you now?
Scrub that... who were you then,
Or who are you at all?
Do I know you, have I known you before, or have we never met?
Does it matter, do I care or do you care? If we do then should we,
If we should, why?

I sit and I contemplate them,
Inside and out where are they?
On the same path as us, or do they all differ, if they differ so much,
how can they be so close? In the physical sense that is.
Do they know their answers... do they even ask questions?

I sit and I contemplate it,
That which created itself, and me and them and you,
Does it have the answers? Does it have its own questions?
If so, who will answer it, and how?
Perhaps there is no-one who can, or perhaps there is someone,
in a never ending trail of questions and answers.

When will it stop, and if it does, what will happen then?

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