That Is That.
Sitting in a foreign home;
Thinking and wondering.
I feel as though I am not alone,
But I'm too busy pondering.
Searching for the answers;
To unasked questions.
Like, why is the World plagued with cancers?
And, why do you care about pollutions?
Or more simple inquisitions;
As why do I hate life?
Or why does he carry a grudge?
And, why don't I want to survive and be alive?
All you know is,
That is that.
It's just “Because,”
You can't change that.
–That's how it is,
That's how it'll be.
Fore; I can't change it,
And nor can you.
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