Why?A Poem by Sad Poet“Why?” Why are things the way they are? How do you sleep knowing there are still questions, with answers so far? You don’t even bother trying to answer them; you put curiosity behind bars in exchange for an existence simple, without a single worry of mind, and I wonder are there any more of my curious kind? ? © 2016 Sad PoetAuthor's Note
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