I was born in your ancestors
And I still live in your mind
I thrive on curiosity
And come alive between minds
Without me the world as you know it wouldn’t exist
The imaginary world
The built world
I built religion, politics, money
I can build more
I can build on myself
And be traced back
I am the Question
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