Giving some random poetry a shot again!

Ponder.

Question everything.

But everything?

Your brain can only handle so much, a little box of small treasures.

Why.

Conflict.

We be hypocrites.

Why take things personally as if we gave birth to it.

Friends everywhere.

But why some enemies.

Why some hate?

Don't know.

Random ramblings, love it or hate it.

Television. Messages fed to us, but we're already full.

Internet. Created false reflections of us.

Suicide. Is life a gift then?

God. Where is he, or she.

Love. Lie or not?

People. Billions like stars, but different.

Emotions. Crazy.

Anger, hate. Fire inside the body.

Aliens. Where?

Enough.

I am tired.

But sometimes, life is great.

Hope. We can always keep it that way.

All of the above. Needs to die down.

But I hope I don't die along the way.