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.”
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