We question the ideas that stumble in our head, the questions that tug at our hearts and keep us up late in bed. Questions that pulls our sanity by small threads. Questions that over and over we embed. We asks ourselves the meaning of life, what is wrong and what is right? Only to fight if the answers we don’t like. We ask questions we don’t want responded, yet still ask them only to put up with the torment. We have questions that we allow to go dormant, only to bring them out when we consider is the right moment. We have so many questions, so we never ask them all, as we create in our minds constant brawls. We ask questions expecting answers big and small. Preparing ourselves for the rises but not the falls. We call upon others to close the gaps within our minds, only to run away from the things they may find. We tolerate the things that make us aware and later complain if it was truly fair. We fear so many lives we will probably never live; because of pointless questions that start with if. We live our lives in the future and the past, traveling so fast, we don’t stop to notice what we truly have. We question everything that passes through our heads, in hope that we don’t make decisions that one they we will dread. We live life so out of the moment, that life has become less happiness and more a torment.
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