What has the world come to?
What has the world come to?
I ask you what is wrong with the world
but you have no answer
No one has the answer.
I wander through life with
so many questions...
Why is this?
What does this do?
Is there a reason I am here?
As I ponder the riddle
behind my questions,
the rain begins to fall.
The warm drops trickle
across my bare skin and
wash away the doubt
I hold inside.
The rain leaves as fast
as it came,
but I feel renewed.
I no longer doubt, no
longer question what small
roles, what large role
my life plays in the world.
I am fulfilled.
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