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Book 27 Page 12
My philosophical mind
I was born with a philosophical mind.
A mind that ‘ponders, /
that wonders that; /
For as I look to the low and the high, /
to the earth and to the sky,
What do these things really imply?
Yes in my philosophical mind I constantly ask,’
Why is it usually the color of ‘blue’ for the sky?
What makes me happy and what make me cry.
I even ask at times;
O why! do I want to know 'why?'
But of all my prying
of all my crying.
of all my sighing,
what I really want to know, /
what really keeps me most enthralled
is the question of;
who and what is this thing called ‘I’?
And so with this philosophical mind, /
with this inquisitive eye,
I will go on endlessly asking ‘why’
until! there comes that day,
(that fateful day when;)
I should die.
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