Looking at the clouds above
Wondering,
Pondering,
Where did I come from?
How come my hands are hands?
Why are my feet feet?
How come my brain can think?
If you ask me, its pretty neat.
Those are some of life's mysteries,
Somethings we'll never know
There will never be an answer,
Never an ending to the show.
I'll never know why we're so superior,
Why we can do so much more.
How come our brains work so well?
And what are we here for?
Why are things the way they are?
How come everything works so well together?
It's like everything is planned out,
Like everything is webbed together.
How come we have emotion?
Why can we feel pain?
Why do our minds change every second?
How can we feel mad, sad, or even insane?
What created the earth?
Something had to sometime.
We couldn't of just popped out of the air,
Appear at the drop of a dime.
I guess those are some of life's mysteries
Things I'll never know
Not all questions can be answered,
But curiosity will always grow.
