This is a little poem that sparked in my mind last night.
I lay in my bed and wonder
About the rain and why it thunders
Why the grass is so green and the sky so blue
Who came up with our language, or even shoes
And why am I the way I am
Why isn't my name Sam?
Why are you who you are
And why aren't we as bright as stars
If God intended for us to be a certain way
Then did we have any say?
Or are we just drawn out by fate
All part of a big old plan
Theres billions of people, and I'm just one man
Just one blade of grass on the lawn of fate
One small raisin in a big huge crate
Maybe one day it'll all come together
And we'll figure ourselves, and hopefully the weather.
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