Questions Of The Mind John McCormack

Questions seep into my mind every day, One after another-sleepless nights. Come back home broken-hearted once again. Same question pops into my head, Haunts me in my dreams, Keeps me up in the night. Same question comes to me every time, The reason I write, The reason I keep searching. Same question I ask my friends. Same question that lets me stand up for others. Same question I ask my self. Who am I?

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