Heyo everyone!
I got up today and the first thing that came to my mind is that in my early beginning on Steem blockchain, I wrote 100-day poetry challenge. It was the challenge created by 
Well... I am not a poet, nor I was into poetry. I respect the art in it but it just isn't for me. The reason why I joined this challenge is to give something back to
I am not going into how hard it was for me. We were in a poetry class almost every day and it was a great experience, but it was really hard for me.
Most of the days I would need 7ish hours to write poetry (if you can call it poetry) and rarely it just came out of me in 10 minutes.
This piece below is the one that just came out of me. I didn't pause writing one time until the end and all I did was some edits to make it look better.
I told this to my girl this morning and she remembered one poem I wrote that she saved on her phone.
It is probably my best poetry and I wanted to share it with you because I think a lot of people can find themselves in these questions, whether they lived by them, think about them, or they experienced them.
I hope you will enjoy it and never stop asking tough questions.
Questions
In this world
Of materialism and spirituality,
Who are we
To provoke the calamity?
Why do we change our destiny
From lovely peace
Into a tragedy?
Why are the words
Becoming fragile?
They should be
Hard to hit
But very agile.
Why they sound like they represent
The beginning of the end?
Why is the same mindset
Used to fix the problems,
The same one we used
To create more of 'em?
Where is our limit
That turns material being
Into a spirit?
Do we waste our time
Investigating mystery,
For future generations
And the ones in history?
Can we turn our mind
Onto something bigger
That won't leave us blind?
What is it we're waiting for?
Is it a sign
Or maybe a sound?
Or something that our mind
Can comprehend this time?
Do we have a willpower
For another climb?
Can we pour our heart
And mold this cosmic pebble
Into something special?
Are we going to turn attention
On our passions,
Not addictions and obsessions?
Why are there so many questions
That we need to ask today?
Can we be free,
Full of love,
To enjoy another ride?
Can we touch the sky and just be high?
Here it is. I know, I know.. It is probably not poetry, but it's my poetry and my mind and heart into it. And, I love it. I love to wander through these questions and try to find a way to buidl a better place for everyone. Literally, everyone.
Peace yo,
Mr. Spacely