
Why when I sit,
To ponder over the mysteries of the world,
Do I become one,
Myself!
Is it the world’s way of saying,
That a question cannot answer itself?

Why when I sit,
To ponder over the mysteries of the world,
Do I become one,
Myself!
Is it the world’s way of saying,
That a question cannot answer itself?
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