Why is the sky blue?
What makes birds sing?
How does the telephone know exactly when to ring?
What began our life?
Will there ever be an end?
How do you make, your very first friend?
What makes color?
Is it really there at all?
Is it possible for a star to actually fall?
How do your eyes work?
All of these questions,
They drive me berserk.
I just don’t understand,
They are melting my brain,
All the questions flying through my head,
What is it like to really be dead?
How do we grow?
I really don’t know,
Are there other life forms,
On planets, or in space?
Why does this world live at such a hectic pace?
Invisibility, what is that?
What would life be like, if our vision was flat?
Where did the first instinct start?
How can this be?
I’ll probably be wondering,
Until I’m one hundred and three.
All of these things puzzle me,
And a million things more,
Like what is a taste?
No one really knows for sure.
Are we all like the Sims?
Is life all a game?
When you take our nation apart,
Is it all based on fame?
What is a fire?
How do we know what we truly desire?
Why do we have many ways to speak?
Why are some people just naturally weak?
What is technology?
What does it do?
Where did they find the recipe for glue?
How does my hair grow?
Maybe someone will know.
But for now I’m stuck here thinking,
If we are getting bigger,
Why isn’t everything else shrinking?
What makes our brains tick?
All of this confusion makes me sick,
Why aren’t we all the same?
And why don’t we have a number, instead of a name?
Why is life so very short?
Is their really any purpose to a professional sport?
Are there really other galaxies out there?
Is there really such a thing as air?
All of these puzzles,
It’s just not fair!
This is what puzzles me,
And I’ll be here thinking about it until I’m one hundred and three.
 
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