Tell me, who am I to question so much?
Why do I look around and feel so out of touch.
See the world out here feel it hard to breathe
They accept at face value yet I cannot believe
I would ask you big world
Why I've misplaced desires
I dread you will respond
each one is a lie
Impossible to fulfill
even when they seem in reach,
Do you just cut us off
when there's nothing left to teach
Who am I to question
tell me why I should fuss
The earth a strange teacher
from birth to dust
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