It's easy to sing about the moon when you're in love,
and give a lonely color and call it blue.
It's easy to live when your life is not why your alive,
and call it a living an existence.
It's easy to know all of the answers as to why,
and not have a reason as to how.
It's easy to lament something of which you have an idea,
and cry tears that will only give solace to your perspective.
It's easy to live,
It's easy to love,
It's to know why.
Lately I've been learning about how,
not to ask of life,
not beg of love,
and not question why.
How will never need to live,
nor will it need to love,
How needs no reason.