Question

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I wandered among the crowd,

questioning each one of them,

the question that I asked myself.

Some of them has the answer,

while the others still searching like I do.

Each time I got an answer,

the more I confused.

So, I continue to roam,

still questioning the crowd the same question,

and yet I'm not satisfied.

Stopped,

I realize that no matter how many people I questioned,

the question goes back to me.

Its me that has the answer,

its me that has the power

to build and destroy my way.

Its all depend on me.

So, I continue to wandered,

but this time

I questioned no one.


A/N: I wrote this poem when I was confused with my future and I don't know what to do. Anyway, R&R are greatly appreciated , I'll do the same to your work too. Please leave your email so I can thank you for reviewing my work. Hope you enjoy the poetry! )