A Quick Poetry Break *2*

Who am I, she wondered.
Where do I come from?
What does this mean?

Questions spewed forth like waves rolling across a rocky shore.

How did I get here?
How will I leave?
Will you remember me?
Do you know I exist?

Questions with no answers,
Answers with no rhyme.
Rhymes with no reason,
Reasons with no time.

An enigma.
A riddle.
A mystery.

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