A woman said to the
universes
How do I know that I
really exist
How do I know that up is
really up
How do I know down is
actually down
Who makes up words and
who makes up the sounds
Who created the stars in
the night sky
Who created you if you
made all this
Why does the sun go down
and moon come up
Why do the birds fly south
for the Winter
Why do hearts have to break and people die
When do you decide it’s
time for morning
When does this world get
to meet it’s maker
When will peace overcome
all the evil
What made you decide to
make the spiders
What was the reason for
different races
What was the point of
cancer and illness
Where did all of the
stuff you made come from
Where did you yourself
the maker come from
Where was I in the blueprint
had made
All of these questions
flutter through my head
No answers seem clear no
response from you
Who did you come from how
did you get here
What made you think of
this why do we think
Where does the end take
us when do we know
All of these questions
flutter through my head
No answers seem clear no
response from you
Sometimes everything
seems to fit tranquil
Other times seems like
wrong puzzle pieces
A woman said to the
universes
How do I know that I
really exist
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BY STEPHEN CRANE
A man said to the
universe:
“Sir, I exist!"
“However,” replied the
universe,
“The fact has not
created in me
“A sense of
obligation.”
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