My Home,
My Life,
How can something so big,
Be so deep in my heart,
Every room makes me wonder,
What is the point?
Of life,
Of me,
Of this world in which I live in,
Who made this?
Who made me?
I believe,
I wonder,
I am determined to understand,
I never will understand however how hard I try,
Why?
Is one question I never hear enough of,
One day I will tell my children to always ask,
To always wonder,
To always try to understand the unknown,
And the Obvious,
I wonder,
What will my home be like in 20 years?
Will it be around?
Will my once great nation still exist?
Will I still be living?
How can something so large change so quickly?
I know I will never know
I wonder though …
Do I exist?