I wonder if we are born knowing to wonder or wanting to wonder,
If wonder is a gift or a curse.
I wonder why I am different or if I am different,
Why I care or why you do.
I wonder if we all see the same colors,
Is my blue also your blue, my red your red?
I wonder if we see the same good and the same evil,
Know the same despair and the same hope.
I wonder why some of us crave chocolate
And others alcohol, pills, or sex.
I wonder how words mean one thing to me and another to you,
And how the obvious escapes so many.
I wonder why anyone would choose raisins over chocolate chips in their cookies,
Why corn dogs taste so good.
I wonder why I like the mountains better than the ocean
And cold rather than heat.
I wonder why Bach moves me at the depths of my soul and Wagner doesn't,
And why I would rather read poetry than fiction.
I wonder why God is always close whether I want Him to be or not,
And why the most gentle messages are delivered in the midst of chaos.
I wonder who discovered that bread needs yeast to rise and biscuits need baking soda,
Why our body temperature should be 98.6 rather than 98.5 or 98.7.
I wonder how people fall in love and how they fall out of love,
How the same emotion can be the most beautiful and the ugliest life force.
I wonder why I don't like peas or mushrooms or olives,
But love brussel sprouts, squash and cucumbers.
I wonder who decided that teachers should be better at answers than questions,
That knowing the right answer is better than knowing the right question.
I wonder why so many people have such a narrow definition of family,
Why we even need the word "normal" in our vocabulary.
I wonder if life is over when I run out of questions,
I wonder . . . .
