A new person passes me everday,
And everyday I wonder,
What is that person thinking about?
And I wonder what it must be like to be in their shoes,
The world has many kinds,
But unfortunately, I am only one kind,
The kind that wonders constantly,
And wants to know the world.
Sometimes I feel so ignorant,
I can talk all I want,
But in the end, I am only one person,
And no one person can solve the universe,
I wish I were the kind that feels older than their time,
Unfortunately, I am only the kind of person,
That walks along in an empty life,
Wondering about the many retorical questions,
That still need to be answered.
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Submission Name: Wondering
