I just wished to explain something,

Along my mind is a map,

Of different questions that I've answered,

Of questions that faced me,

The god put on my character sheet,

When I arrived in this place,

There are a lot of terrible questions,

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The earth sort of brings it out,

It has its own questions and that's okay,

Then there's the question of history,

But let's not ask,

Then there's the question,

Of repetition, or money,

Of how many lives,

I've wasted here,

To get to this point,

I don't know how the heavens have arranged it,

It's always what it has to be,

It’s always ingrained in reality,

Against a reflection,

Of a question,

Of what happens to be there,

In the void,

And its always there,

The scope of this place,

Just what it needs to be,

Fitting exactly,

Where it should be,

But in the end,

I’m not in charge,

I always wait, for a direction,

From the people,

From the earth,

From the heavens,

The sun and the moon,

From my past,

From my links,

To what is,

The spirit that composes of me...