Why Do I Question?A Poem by MomzillaNCQuestions and questions and questions Changing moments, days, and years Human existence is change… But to ever what purpose? Ahhh… the questions, always seeking Seeking the answers, finding questions What is my purpose? What should be my plan? Where shall I go? Who can help me understand? Why do I ask the questions? Why do they plague my mind? Every question is an offered path. Each answer is the road taken. As the chrysalis holds the secret Of the worm’s metamorphosis, So every riddle spoken holds The answer to my queries. While I breathe, I think… I ponder, Forming catechisms of every aspect of this life… then and now and when… Living, growing, always in this Always never ending inquisition… This interrogatory examination of Life. Questions and questions and questions… Changing moments, days, and years… Human existence is change… Evolution is Life. But… Changes bring questions. When I have no more questions, I know, it only will ever be because I no longer have breath to ask them. by D. Denise Dianaty
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Added on October 6, 2014Last Updated on January 7, 2015 AuthorMomzillaNCNCAboutIf you read my work and comment, I'll return the favor on your work. I'm not adding new friends nor accepting read requests. I am a classically trained artist and was an award-winning graphic desig.. more..Writing
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