harrypotterman

Me, its who i am, Its what I am.
Why are you here?
who are you?
What… are you?
Where did that police car go?
What was really in that plane?
Are there such things as “World Peace”?
Is Donald Trump part of the Illuminati?
Is the Illuminati real?
What is reality?
When Eminem went on stage, were is palms real sweaty, knees weak? Were his arms real heavy?
Was there vomit on his sweater already? And where was mom’s spaghetti?
Was he nervous, but on the surface looked calm and ready
To drop bombs? but did he keep on forgettin’
What he wrote down? Did the whole crowd scream out loud when he opened his mouth? Did the words really not come out?
He’s chokin’, how, everybody’s jokin’ now
The clocks run out, times up, over, blaow!
These are the questions we must answer…
These are THE questions.
The questions of life.
The questions of the universe, of reality, of space, time and finality?
what definition is really in our inquisition?
What really is our mission