Why Is It?
Why is it that we fall into the computer screen of love?
And a hello how are you turns into I love the man without a face.
Why is it that we choose to do exactly what we are told not to?
And when we find were wrong it was someone else's fault.
Why is it that when we make mistakes history keeps repeating itself?
And every time the consequences come we say never again.
Why is it when we are told to say away from the cookie jar we reach for one more?
And when we get fat the logical answer is I couldn't help it.
Why is it the human race is so selfish that we take instead of give?
And when we are begging on the street we wonder why no one will help.
Why is it that I can't stop asking so many hard questions?
I guess it's because we already know the answers but ignore all of them.
Copyright © Tiffany Cordova | Year Posted 2006
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