A wanderer
What are we? The unique creations of God The pinnacle of evolution And The only creature known to mankind To destroy anything for its own survival. Is that who we are? We were wanderers of this planet We were sailors of the night sky Questioned everything and anything Only to question ourselves at the end "What I am supposed to do here?" "What's my purpose?" All good questions, to be fair. But just because they are good questions, Doesn't mean they are the right questions. Then what are the right questions. Well there is actually no questions, if you ask me. It's more of introspective reflection. That's a start.
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