When I look to the sky,
I wonder why I'm here.
Why I live in this world,
And feel all these things.
Who made me who I am?
Where do I come from?
Did god create more than two?
Or are we all linked?
My mind is filled,
With questions similar and different.
But whomever I ask,
No one has the answers.
Because no one has proof,
That Adam and Eve ever existed.
No one knows,
At least no one I know.
Do you?

.:a/n:. Yay, a bad poem. But please, please review. I'll do the same to
you! Haha, that rhymes. I rhymed.