I wonder if one


I wonder if one day we get to know what we mean, what everything was made for. 

The only thing left to wonder is where we'll all be after this.  

what oportunities will i miss and what fears will i be brave enough to face

Do we truly know ourselves if we dont why does it take so long to find out 

just to have nothing left to wonder is the greatest gift of all,

but the beauty of life is not knowing whats happening next.

This poem is about: 
Our world


Miss Que

Life is such a wonder indeed.

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