Sometimes I'm alone, sitting on my very own. Trying to find a simple kind of clue. And I would like to know, why they move me so, doing all the things that they do. And why do caterpillars crawl? And why is there a sky? And why is there a world at all? And why do I ask why?
And here I go again. Why do questions never end? What keeps calling all day long to me? Secrets come and go. I know we're not the only ones. Sometimes it's magic and sometimes it's only me.