Why do we grieve for what we've lost
and not rejoice for what we have kept?
Why do we still feel so much pain
long after our hearts have wept?
Why do our eyes see only darkness,
even in presence of light?
Why are there questions without answers,
is hatred obscuring our sight?
Why do we let our loved ones go
when we hope and wish them to stay?
Why do we seem to have absence of love,
our true feelings do we not convey?
Why do we linger without a direction?
Why do we stand and observe?
Why are we reluctant to show our affection?
Why life do we try to preserve?
Why can we not let go of our past?
Why can't we live in the present?
Why are we so unwilling to change?
Why does change feel so unpleasant?
Why do we lie when we know what is true?
Why can't we confront all our fears?
Why is it grey when the sky should be blue?
Why are we ashamed of our tears?
Why do we act as though we're important?
Why can't we humble ourselves?
Why does equality seem to lay dormant
& stored on proverbial shelves?
Why do we strive to better ourselves
when we know that we all will fail?
Why do we trust in the hope of survival
While knowing it cannot prevail?
Why are there dreams we cannot remember
and nightmares we cannot forget?
Why are there choices and forks in the road
when each only lead to regret?
Why are we smiling in sadness and sorrow,
ashamed of emotionless faces?
Why are we weeping sincere tears of joy
when we gaze upon desolate places?
1-02-08
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