good questions?
why?
A question I too often ask
why
is my heart put to task?
why
is it so hard to hear
things I 'm not asked?
Why
do some days feel wrong
where other days are right?
Why
do things go on
despite?
Why
should I worry
about what tomorrow will bring
Why is it some days
my heart can sing
why do I leave myself open
to torment and foolishness
why do I even consider
I am useless
why do I have to ask
these idiot questions anyway?
why cant I just be happy today?
Jayc
19th November 2005
By Jayc
© 2005 Jayc (All rights reserved)
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