Does water ever expire?
Does water ever expire?
Does love ever end?
Does hate have a pure reason?
Or is it simply because
We're all different from one another?
Does freedom have limits?
Can words ever have
more than one meaning?
Society seems to think so.
Does life have a meaning?
Or is it ever-changing?
Do we all have to find our
purpose for being here?
Do we have to be famous
in order to be remembered?
The world may never know.
Society doesn't offer solutions,
Only more questions.
The world may, one day,
Change for the better.
This poem is about:
My country
Our world