Atlas Ez Poetry

Give me knowledge or give me death

But I won’t ever stop wondering why things are

Or why they are the way they are

Or why the sky is blue

Or the grass green

Or why the dog barks

Or why there is also bark on trees

Or how machines may be getting as smart as us

Or how we can justify so much by so little

Or how the wind blows

Or how confusing human beings are

Or,Or,Or about anything

I said it once and I’ll say it again

Give me knowledge or give me death