I know these questions have been asked a billion times. br And a billion ways in different rhymes. br But why are we who we are? br And why do are paths differ afar? br Why is it so hard to obtain what is good? br When the wrongs are within reach or our personhood. br br I know our life experiences br alter our own pretenses, br but identical twin aren't even the same. br One maybe outgoing, the other tame. br br And even when we choose our own path. br It's not always what we hope will last. br Woulda, coulda, shoulda. and what ifs? br Too many questions, it gets me miffed. br br I suppose if the world was a perfect place. br I wouldn't need questions to retrace. br But still I want to know the answers for me. br So I can be free of all these pleas.