pearl acorn
Throughout my life
I have faced the word why,
Nothing makes sense
People are so dense,
So tell me, why?
Should I try to understand
Or be the friend
Who's always there?
Should I ignore my thoughts
And ignore the naught
In hopes for it to be different.
I guess I'm missing out,
They say the time is now
I've been playing it safe
How good could it taste to be free?
So why am I still here
Always so near.
Why am I not running around
Why am I not thoughtless
Even as I feel useless,
They say empathy is a good thing
But is it?
So I ask myself why.
Why?
Why do I wake up everyday?
Why do I sleep at night?
Why do I keep studying?
What brings me forward?
Why do I still try to be considerate
To those around me?
Why can't I be more ignorant
So I can set myself free?
timber monolith