To Whom It May Concern.

I have travelled all the miles,
trying to find the missing files.
There are blanks among the lines,
questions I have with no replies.

It is hard not to hear the crowd.
In my head people are screaming out loud.
Changing colors,  why am I acting all proud?
Pointing fingers, saying 'You are a fraud.'

Is it okay to think that I have gone crazy?
Been trying to find answers, but none could please me.
And I know you must be busy,
yet only for this time, would you please hear me?


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A short letter to God.