Im bored <br />I wont live like this <br />I hate him more than I know <br />He tries so hard and all he gets is my scorn <br />Hes better off without me <br />Hes living day to day for me and I don’t even exist <br />Im a floating particle in space <br />Waiting for gravity to pull me together like the forming of a star <br />Till I explode <br /> <br />And we don’t even know how we got here <br />We’re fighting wars for land that we don’t even know the origin of <br />We were all formed by God <br />Big bang <br />Elephants on the back of a turtle <br />Trudging wearily through space <br />Before time-what is time anyway? <br />Before –what is before? <br />Why did it bang? <br />What banged? <br />How could it be big when size didn’t exist? <br />What is this ‘big’ compared to? <br />I want answers and they give me theories <br />They tell me I’m grown and to flee the nest <br />I can’t go anywhere till I know where I am now <br /> And no one knows the answers <br />No one knows the answers <br />We’re all alone <br />All alone <br />In a million city <br />In a megalopolis<br /><br />Amy Carmichael<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-formation-of-a-star/
