Why

While I am fading fast, and putting up no fight, I waste my precious breath and life on the simple question why? I think why this and why that, and for some reason no matter how easy the question is, if it has the word, that mysterious word, why, then all my knowledge is gone. Why is my favorite color blue? I don’t know. Why am I here? Well, I don’t know.

I have a teacher who is baffled by the universe thinking time is endless, past and future. That doesn’t make me think as much as the word why in a sentence with a question mark, does. When the universe starts to fade, like I am, the question will be why.

Every time I think I have the answer to why it slips past me. Nothing is completely true.

My world crumbles with the word why. It always had.





So someone told me to try putting this into a poem so here I go. Tell me which one is better.





Think of the question

Did you have a realization?

The question is why

If I told you what it meant it would be a lie

Why are you here?

Why did you pick your career?

See, I don’t know the answer

This question grows on me like cancer

My thoughts are consumed

In an inescapable doom

The day I fade away

Is not the day the question will go astray

It will stay and linger

Like the ring on her finger

Keep asking the question

Maybe you’ll have a realization