why do we not know

why?

why are we destroying our one and only planet, our mother earth, our bluish-green marble that has kept us alive for millennia, our one and only home?

why?

why are we here, alive, our hearts beating in sync to some pulse of the universe, loving, caring, hating, speaking, seeing, writing, capturing, dying?

why?

why are we able to breathe?

why are we placed where we are, to live out a future that may or may not be predestined?

why do we believe in fate, and yes, there must be magic somewhere, but we scared it away with our destruction and blood and terribly conceived notions of right and wrong, of good and bad, of everything being straight and one-lined?

why

do

we

not

know?

Posted in response to the challenge Why?.

OverTheRainbow

VT

12 years old

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