Endless questions

I am often asking questions

And I think the reason why

Is so many parts of life

Just seem to pass me by.

If the world was just about numbers

So much more I would understand

If there were less variants in emotions

I’d really be quite glad.

I do not often socialise

In the hours after work

And the first few days of holidays

Social things I do avidly shirk.

My head is full of questions

Of what and how to behave

Of how to read the unances of people

Extroverted, bold and brave.

I’d rather sit in the corner

And watch the world go by

Just leave me to my questions

The answers I’ve yet to find.

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