Never wonder why the sky is pink

Or the land we live on is blue,

Never ask the sun why it's here or maybe in two,

More so with knowledge, count on your hand and think.

There's always a why at the end of disbelief

Give yourself leverage with never ending possibilities.

Somewhere inside

Make amends with your inner self before any want or need.

There is so much of a small like child still left in you

Don't do much diggin'

Let it arise in the adult you grew into

See yourself the way God imagines

It is then you will see a change you start to grab in

Standing on your own two feet,

You fathom, of what likely may bring such challenge

Never fall to its dominion,

There's no place like remembrance

Even so that it creates your soul to where it finally can manage, salvage, and dive in, times ten.

So that you make that lost child in you,

Your best friend.