Why is it that
I look around me as I walk?
Do I like the colours
or shapes that I see?
Do I see a white rabbit or
a dragon in the clouds?
Why do I see the poetry
of life all around me?
My mother would say:
“Just because” as if
that would satisfy my
questionings. I still ask as
many questions, maybe more,
than when I was learning
my world. Almost eight decades
have passed with all the learning of
other things. Now I answer
my own questions: “Just because.”
“Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why."
~ Kurt Vonnegut
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