What are we?
Are we all that we could be?
Or are we all that we shouldn't be?
Where do all these roads lead
Why can't I have any answers?
I don't think these do any good.i don't think any one individual should answer these
Heck, I can't
I crave an understanding
I wish for all those I have no means of getting
I fail to trust
What I once could rely on
And yet
I still draw a blank
I find myself
Questioning
Thinking
Assuming
And yet
Still I ask
What are we
Though now I see
I should actually ask
What do we WANT to be?
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Overcomer
PoetryAn anthology for a broken heart, for a healing heart and for a healed heart. Find your story, the story you wish to be yours and the story that is now yours😇
