Just Because

-Just Because-
by
Keaton Foster



Finger
Hand
What a man
Pointing
Judging
Ridiculousness
As always
To the enth degree
Looking at the sky
Daring to cry
Asking as to why
There is no answer
None that we can accept
Just because
Is not enough
We are angry
Damn near certifiable
We wanna know
But not at the risk
Of truly understanding
Mystical mysticism
Has its hands around our throats
Slowly chocking us to death
Oddly
Auspiciously
Reluctantly
Pick which moniker applies
Some do indeed thrive
Such a lack of oxygen
Only further inflates
The egotistical ways
In which they manage to relate
God above cares quite less
He has no opinion
Only absolute damnation
Retribution spread
Across all human existence
Just because
Fits quite well
A suitable answer
As vague as they come
So many must accept it
But there are those few
Who categorically refuse
Those
Us
We will pay every impossible price
We will suffer during our lives
We will scream after our deaths
No one will hear us in any way
A deaf ear is the best
That we could ever hope
Just because
One hell of a concept
Founded deep within
The reality of the situation
That we now find ourselves in
Will any of this ever change
Will we ever get a suitable chance
Should be our rebuttal
But for such an argument
We seem not to have the stomach…


Just Because
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013