Sometimes, I can't but wonder (I stand corrected, I wonder full-time and overtime, too).
Some of my wonderings might (hell, ain't no "might" about it) be fuelled by a gargantuan ego, attempting to comprehend why did things happen so, when I deserve much better.
Some, realising how little I really am, no matter how hard I strive, or how many different editions of this old and dusty book are self-published when I open my eyes.
Some, on why (yes, why) should I reach for the stars, on seeing them from the sewers (that's not mine, but it's apt).
In the end, there's just the pit (or the cell) and me within.
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