I wonder,"What is the meaning of life,"
The cold air drifting into the warm room,
I wonder,"What are we humans meant to do?"
But as I try to figure out the past,
Everything around me moves so fast,
No one cares about where we have come from,
They are too concerned with what can be done,
The search for our origins has died,
But the question still remains in my mind,
Where in the world was the human birthplace?
And how did we end up in such races?
And as these questions boggle in my head,
I just can't find a way to put them to bed.
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