I ask myself...
Where do I come from?
From the skies, or from the world that sighs?
When will I be certain?
Centuries to come, or centuries far gone?
So many questions pop up...
Do I need an answer, or daze my mind?
Unsure...unsure...unsure...
I live, I grow
I reap, what was sowed
Yet a lot more to know
Many more to be unfold
Should I quit the curiosity?
If not from where I came from, then where do I come from?
I ask myself...