why

Why should i...live on,while some die-                                        i cry                          but i guess it's just survival of the fit,or more fit?   forced to ponder as i sit....in thinking chair,                                                                         amassing my despair,life's no bed of roses,                          it's an UN- fair- world...we live in; amidst denial,                                      so afraid to give in                                                                  though realising much later;                                          that we play a part in something much greater...                       than life itself,                                                     which reshelves-the plot :why should we dwell in a life that is not being lived?                                        merely puppets on a string, dancing to the rhythm,of the puppet-master's beat                                                                 providing entertainment just to satisfy the mete...of the matter...gathering moss as we roll,                                 forced to stare as the plot unfolds            -to us-                    much too late to justify distrust...because the rhythm is gone-        but the beat goes......................on!