A Poem : "Why"
The sun rises and sets without asking first lead the moon forcing every soul to be quiet The earth still rotates to the center doesn't bother to care if another fate has anchored One second is enough to turn wind around Sometimes clues were given, and sometimes they weren't But same creatures keep appearing as if tell that clues are only illusion Every single direction seems promising although it gives warning from beginning The first step will be rough second step, third step, and so on Keep wandering is the only choice Even trailblazers are scared to think of why till there's nothing left but sigh -Me at midnight I'm not in good mood to write as usual. But it seems like being nocturnal gives some poetic vibes. Lol. Just want to post it tho~