chapter two

Sometimes I wonder about my life. 

I lead a small life. Well, valuable, but small. 

And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, 

or because I haven't been brave? 

So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, 

when shouldn't it be the other way around? 

I don’t really want an answer. 

I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. 

So goodnight, dear void.

via (obviously)