Truth

I wrote this when i was like 13

Maybe the answer lies beneath us all, maybe the meaning is the answer of our own soul, maybe the world begins anew every waking day, maybe i see more than they want you to see, maybe the world passes before my eyes, maybe the light that blinds everyone has no effect upon me, maybe the world will end tomorrow, we are propelled forward by questions unanswered and held back by the same questions,