I'M ASKING TOO ANY QUESTIONS
Ah, it's another day.
Might as well mark my calendar again.
I can't miss a day,
Because I'm counting to a date.
It's an elaborate one.
One that comes with peace or suffering.
A 50% chance at both.
If you were a scientist you'd probably say I could do both.
But now's not the time for theories or philosophies,
Or calculations and contemplations.
It's a new day.
A new break.
A new chance.
Although now it looks more like a trance.
Living with no life, yet I still stand.
Standing in a crowd, but not being in it.
Yet I'm still there.
A body with a soul and the ability to think.
Oh wait, I think I got lost in a mirage.
It's a new day,
So I must work.
I must live.
I must strife.
But then again, who put these rules and why?
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