Insomnia

With the night comes wonder.

Not awe-struck wonder,

but rather "I wonder".

I wonder if the rain,

pounding upon my rooftop,

will rupture through the ceiling.

I wonder if those without a home,

who wander the city streets,

have a dry place to sleep tonight.

I wonder if I will ever be brave enough

to explore all the world has to offer,

or if I will wake up in 50 years,

wrinkled and withered under the weight of

my regret.

I wonder if I'm on the right path

or if there exists such a thing as destiny.

I wonder if a god did exist,

would he truly be so benevolent?

I wonder why the people of Earth

need so desperately to believe in something

other than the magnificence of

taking in a deep breath of oxygen,

and knowing that we are alive;

I wonder why we bow to

the sky,

but not to

each other.