Why

 Why—why do we feel alright? ’Cause we’re learning, not conclude. Every chasm is where the light gets in. When we stop calling it “divide.”

Why do we walk around the same place, 
Why do we hold the memory that makes us crying;
Why do we call it “healing,”
When it still hurts our reputation,

Why do we sing the same song, 

again and again,

when the true understanding is-

so hard to clarify

I watch the sunrise at the dawn time; 

 listen to the echoes of nature sound,

I feel a little bit down,
In the corners of my mind,
Like every unanswered question,
Wants to be the solution I continue to find.

And I tried to let it go,
But the inner voices still mumble around.

Why—why do you have to be like that?
Like shadow in the dark,
Like changes that slice in half.
The moment we ask “who you are.”
Why—why do you think you are somebody, you don’t know at all.
When the truth is right here,
If they stop pretending, 

try to feel things,
so we could finally get through the tough time.

Why do you say “it’s nothing,”
When your mind won’t stay still?
Why do you turn into the slide,
Just to hide a fragile who?

 We grasp the softest moments of time.
For a little while we pause,
Then wonder why we’re so rushed up,
In the journey being called life..

So tell me what you mean,
Don’t leave it halfway, 

with an unspoken story hidden und…

Maybe the “why” is a gateway,
Not a straight line, 

not a hidden agenda.
Maybe it’s our chance to learn,

 How to make words count.
No more games, no more guessing,
No more running away from the present time—
If we ponder the question together,
We can get things right.

Why—why do we feel alright?
’Cause we’re learning, not conclude,
Every chasm is where the light gets in.

 When we stop calling it “divide,”
Why—why do we feel so different?
’Cause we want to be understood,
So I’ll ask it one more time,
And this time, 

Please don’t flinch or hide the truth inside,
Continue to ask Why?

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