Why

Why do I sit and why do I wonder

Why do I try when I know I can’t

Why do I think and why do I question

Why do I cry when my heart is spent

Life is a bubble floating in sunlight

Colored and beautiful waiting to burst

Life is a dessert withered and scorched

Teasing mirages quenching my thirst

Save me from your reasons

Don’t lie with your heart

If truth is what you make it

Then love is all that’s left

When I am old and when I am silent

I will have many stories to share

No one will listen and no one will hear me

No one will care that I traveled this road