2 January 2013
Sometimes I wonder whether we're just all in a dream, Where it is so real, just like life, it seems.
That we will wake up from our deep sleep to a cold day, And forget that we ever dreamed a whole life along the way.
Sometimes I wonder if we're all just toys, To be played with by ignorant girls and boys.
That we will one day be worn out and and threw away, Being mute, so not having a say.
Sometimes I wonder if we're all in a book, Opened for a while, for a read, for a look.
Where our lives are intertwined with everyone we meet, Otherwise there would be no story, just an empty paper sheet.
Sometimes I wonder if this is our second life, And if we were good, will we avoid strife?
Where we an ant, human or dog? Maybe our dreams are our past lives, shrouded in fog.
Sometimes I wonder what I will do? What is my purpose, I will be who?
Sometimes I wonder if I am meant to be here, Did fate have other plans for me? Did I mess it up when I appeared?
Sometimes I wonder if anyone else wonders this? Or are my guesses just all hit and miss?
I Wonder... • Opuss № I