Alone and confused, what's this world coming to?
I know it could all be worse,
but right now my soul feels sunken in
i'm losing it quickly but why?
I'm trying so hard at what we call life
but all I get in return is stress, what a mess
once I get stressed it's like a never ending road
but yet this is no yellow brick road
with smiling faces and carefree attitudes
this is simply my destination to self destrcution
so again, I ask myself why?

Hmm...why, the universal question that keeps us guessing
why do I wake up with a permanent frown upon my face?
It creates an everday case of stress
but this is my mess, my nest of self destruction
the conflict within myself is tearing me apart
it's like I'm walking around with a soul but no heart
Again, why?

Is life a game?
sometimes I wonder asking myself questions
I know not the answers to
but if this so called form of life is a game
I definitely am the bench warmer
or maybe even the water girl
"playing time" for me is a long process
in which process brings stress and creates a mess but eh
that's my nest
Again, I don't know why

I may never know the answer
but maybe that's the good thing
because we all know what truth brings, pain, hurt
making you feel like you already six feet under dirt
but stop wait, I have no one to blame but myself
I know this
for it's me who lets myself wallow deep
in the waters of turmoil
Again, I ask myself why?
I have so much to be thankful for but am I?
Yet another question I know not the answer to

I'd say I have a lot to be thankful for but
things are easier said than done
yet an expression is worth a thousand words
quite a conflict if you ask me?
But why would you ask me?
I know not the questions I ask myself
again...why?
aren't questions something that seek answers
but yet so many go unanswered and are left that way
waiting for the next person to come along and ask why?

You know "they" say the more you learn the more you know
is that true?
I feel the more you know, they more you want to know
so therefore the unknown you want to know
is actually greather than what you do know, so go figure
But again I ask myself why is it important to know more?
Am I inadequate if you knwo more than I know?
Will my heart and soul not grow?
If I don't prove to be what your mind is thinking
and your face shows?

Why?
Well here's the answer to that everlasting question
that keeps us guessing
I DON'T KNOW, and that's the truth
you can take it or leave it
I can be your friend or just poet, however you see it
so the next time you ask yourself why
know deep down inside, there's no true reply
but just in case you find the answer to that question
please tell me so i can stop all the guessing
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