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.
