Why
Do you ever just stare at the sky; hoping for an answer to the question why.
Why - do bad things happen;
Why - do some people go bad;
Why - do you have to make bad decisions, that make other people sad.
That's the way of the world, with it's twist and turns.
All anyone can do is try, but still; there will always be the question why?
Copyright © Vanessa Bailey | Year Posted 2009
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