Why, But

It’s hard to say that I’d never be this Way if I were to run from the way I Search for all the answers I always miss. I could just let go and let the world pass by. Living life a bit agoraphobic. Maybe playing it cool, just over look It. Living life a bit apathetic. But I have to look for what has been took. Why did the life go from the one I love? What happened to the light I always seek? What happened to peace that flies like a dove? Why are people in masses always meek? I could be nice and never think twice, but I am always going to ask, “why,” “but.”