Question upon Question
Sitting in traffic,Staring out the window of the bus,
People passing by on the outside,
All having so many thoughts,
And you wonder what they are thinking,
Where have they been,
Where are they going,
Who are they,
What do they feel right now,
Feels like you know nothing,
Everything is just questions,
Where am I?
Where am I going?
Who am I?
Question upon question,
Poetry by Alexander
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Written on 2006-08-06 at 15:24
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