I think too much and about everything
Does faith exist without our doubt?
Can we believe while never wavering?
Is this true faith that preachers spout?
I think too much and about everything
Are people good or evil-clad?
Or is this thought of these too severing
Can stains exist on a stained pad?
I think too much and about everything
Do we live life by choice or fate?
Can freedom be in actions following
A certain act, retort, debate?
I think too much and about everything
I question questions that I ask
And once I know, again I question them
I’m drunk on probes I might unmask
I think too much and about everything
Though is the key that I must stop?
For without thought, might I be burying
The aim for this, soul-body swap?
Viktoria Nikola
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