Why

A world that’s filled with love, Is nothing without hate. And if time does not exist why are we always late? And why do we cross oceans When we have our own back yards. And if living is a breeze, Why do we make life so hard. And why are we all different, When we are really all the same. Tell me why it matters, And why we can not change. Tell me why you have the notion, Your opinions are more correct, When an opinion is not a truth, Is it because you can stand erect? And why do we all fight and yell , Over what sound we use for god. When no one really knows for sure, when we’re probably all wrong. You think you have more purpose, Than the lowly birds and cats. And tell me why people complain, About people who do just that. Tell me why we know so much, And yet we are less smart than dumb. You tell me why we’re all the same, Yet it matters where we are from. And why do we covet What other people own, Why can we not relate, To those who are not grow. Tell me why we think this way, And yet there are those who never could. Tell me why there’s those who can, But they simply never would. Why do some welcome comfort, While others chase after pain. And why we’re content to shower, In polluted acid rain. And you tell me what beauty is, Because the media sure can. You tell me what’s significant , In just simply holding hands. Tell me why we are who we are, And why I am not you. Why facts are always certain. Until there is something new. And why has quantity become more important, Than the quality of things. Instead of evening stars , We have diamond rings. You tell me why we have purpose, And I’ll tell you why we are here. If you tell me what you’ve learned, At the end of every year. You tell me what you could change, And I’ll be there to help out, If you can only tell me, Why we always hurt ourselves.