a poem about something by katelyn marie stout
what is it? everything and nothing.
a great mystery - plainly shown to all.
what does it mean? who is to say?
yabba dabba ding dong hey!
one person stands on a beach
another sleeps in a tree?
what are they doing exactly?
should we ask them? or something?
so there you go
now you can see
something can't come from nothing
nor can it be created by magic
close your eyes - and you can't see
something something something something