questions with no answers

where is our world? to where does it belong?

i guess it's somewhere

between a beautiful heaven and a dull hell

or maybe it's a mixture of both,

and maybe that is wrong ,

all i know is that rivers will always blow...

what are we?dreamers , believers?

or maybe sufferers from endless sorrow?

who are we? some kind of creatures

with some condtradicting feeling?

when was yesterday? what is today?

and how will it be tomorrow ?

i don't know 'n i don't wanna know,

just leave the winds to come and go...

are we free to be what we like and what we want?

are we some puppets

in the hands of destiny 'n nothing more?

why is it sometimes u love something when i don't ?

questions with no answers,

but still the winds will howl and blow...

and at the end we live a short life with an end

yet when,where and how this end will be,we don't know

it could be next year or maybe this second

anyway we can't stop it from coming

just like winds when they blow!!