You asked me, once,
Why it is that
I tend to wander,
Pacing around at night.
And you felt the need
To ask me why
I'm peculiar with
Many daily routines.
You often wondered
Why I'm so abusive
To those I consider
Unworthy of my time.
And you had the nerve
To ask me what I hear
And to whom I speak
When I'm talking alone.
You asked me
Why I smiled
When you suffered
In that deep, painful way.
Well, here's your answer:
I am just a tad insane,
But mostly, my inquisitive friend,
Because I simply can.
Author notes
Most human actions aren't a product of good, or evil, or even apathy.
They occur because we are capable of them.
A contest entry
- Why we do what we do?! by Mezclita.
700 points, ended January 4, 2008, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Interesting indeed... according to this book called "How the Mind Works" by Steven Pinker we're agents of our selfish genes... hence "love" so we can re-produce and nurture more of us for generations to come. Now did it occur to you that this inquisitive friend of yours has all the right to "can" too & might just "care" about you?! Oh yes, probably... but it still bothers you when he gets too close to where you consider your personal boundaries are?! I don't know that's just my guess because sometimes I often seem to need more space than most people... fortunately, no one thinks I'm crazy yet either (that I know of)... just "weird" or "different" as some of my closer friends have put it. Anyhow, sorry I rambled on... guess I just felt the need to discuss. Many thanx 4 your piece ^^
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