Why Do We Even Bother

we so often will quiver underneath the covers why do we even bother in a world in so much trouble perhaps you'll make my Martini stron like on the double To grasp at straws in obeying all those laws some may claim we are a lost cause a clearing near a forest it is their a path we need to tread walking by tall Willow trees in the distance squirrels look for acorns a road turns darke we shiver in the cold connlestone walkway along its path grasping each others hand let me be the first to help you understand the just moments after the walk a sound of silence permeates a flow there are some things you ought to know life is filled up with moments such as these shadows break to the fullness of love coming from a hand from up above a mere notion of a mystery soon to discover again under the covers Why do we even bother ?