Who knew?

Who knew,
That when the moon turns full,
That when the sky turns blue,
That when the world recognises you,
You would already be a different you.

Who knew,
That when all days turn brown,
That when all kings lose their crown,
That when all life comes crashing down,
You would already be a different you.

Who knew,
That through all that moaning,
That through all that groaning,
That through all that suffering,
You would already be a different you.


You must be thinking that I am a complete RETARD, writing all this junk. But if you take a close look at it, and read it with your heart, you might just get what I am writing.

However, there must be at least ONE burning question inside of each and everyone of you, no? Even though I do not study for exams(which is very true, I am not kidding, ask my friends, human friends, of course) I still have many questions unanswered.
This is the purpose of my poem. Is that even though you know things and that the world changes because of your knowledge, doesn't mean that you would stop asking questions or continuing to ask the same question over and over again. It's OK to ask questions. NO question is stupid. You can ask a million questions but new questions still arise. So, stand up! Get on your feet and let's ask questions.(BTW: try to figure out the "you" in the poem. Good for comprehension, literary, and literature skills)

Which brings me to the next matter at hand. You must be wondering about my name, my gender and my other random stuff... no? Well, I used to be a happy smiling little kid. Then, I was touched by darkness. I turned into this duck-being. And taa-daa! I am what I am now. With interests of reading, literature and EVIL. I hope that roughly answers your random questions. I hope to post and talk to you soon!

And BTW: the poem is copyrighted by Doctor Psycho Duck(secret private name)!!!