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Don’t ask.

by cephalus
written by cephalus

Don’t ask me how I am.
I don’t know
How could I?
I just am.

Don’t ask me what to do.
If you don’t know
How could I?
You just are.

Don’t ask me why.
None of us know
How could I?
We just are.

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6 comments

Eagle 5/4/2015 - 7:22 pm

Sounds about right. Short and to the point, yet conveying so many things. It’s funny how people seem to love asking about plans and feelings, and yet they can’t seem to comprehend that the person them self often does not know.

Randall 5/4/2015 - 7:30 pm

Nobody knows.

Morris 5/4/2015 - 7:51 pm

May the Fourth be with you.
(You know, ’cause it’s May 4rth. I don’t have a lisp).

Randall 5/4/2015 - 7:52 pm

Good one!

cephalus 5/5/2015 - 1:31 am

Lets keep it clean guys, Star Trek references only. Please and thank you. 🙂

Salt 5/5/2015 - 9:16 am

Spot on, ceph. People expect us to be broken AND explain it AND tell them how to fix us. Meh too much work for me. I just am. And everything is everything else. (Space 1999 reference, just to confuse matters)

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