Mystery
By Ultra Blue
A mystery it remains to me Why the world is full of misery Terrorists and explosions What do they really think they accomplish? Or just the everyday thug on the street Pushing people around just to make ends meet Bullies at school who think they're elite Well why don't we just fight back? Nobody really knows the reason Life is full of mystery Without mystery what would we have? A world with no problems is one with all history Nothing to do, nothing to find But thankfully our minds continue to grind About the problems, about the deaths Which are merely paper upon some desks Life is a mystery, which no one really knows How bad it is for some of us, some die if it snows Why? Written March 1st, 2002 © on Mar 01 2002 04:28 AM PST 0 • 9
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"A mystery it remains to me..."