Why me, why you, why now, why then
Why the perpetual thoughts of why
Why that cool summer night, why you in my sight
Did I choose this, or did it choose me
Why that chance connection, purposeless intention
Why does your voice make me smile, your smile drives me wild
Why do I want your lips on mine, our bodies entwined
Who chose this, was it you, was it me, was it beyond you and me
Why do you look at me that way
Is there something you want to say
Why haven't we gotten off this track
We leave momentarily, then come right back
Why did you say yes to me
Didn't you know how it would be
Is this our destiny
You with me, for as long as this could be
Why you, why me
If not you if not me, then who
Why now, why then
If not then if not now, then when
Why, why, why
Questions, no answers
I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Friday, March 12, 2010
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