Why …
Why?
Mankind’s favourite question …
Why do people think they know all about me …
About the people I like …
About what I find attractive …
About who I have chemistry with …
Strange when I barely know myself … they think they know me …
Why?
Am I’m a open book OR
Does my water run deep?
Why my life turned out to be like this?
Nothing bad to scream or protest about …
But … satisfaction’s not there.
‘Troy’ stirred up some queer questions in my mind …
Who am I living with?
Giants? Giant killers?
Am I one myself?!? Or am I standing on the shoulders of giants?
Life ticks by … why do I keep on living and doing the things I do? Who is the reason?
His kingdom? His purpose? His love? His person? My love for Him?
Who is the reason?
Why do I enjoy asking questions … I wonder?
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