Why do I hang on the past
when I know I should look forward?
Why do I care so darn much
when there is nothing to be offered?
Why do people believe in fate
when in truth, no such thing is real?
Do things happen for a reason,
or is this just how I feel?
Why are there options with no end
when actually there's just one?
Why are you forced to select and say
you are destined to be undone?
Why do people doubt themselves?
Why do people hope?
Human nature surely fools,
and slides one down a slope.
Why do things like this exist
while they only serve to hurt,
to blame, to rot, to shun, to steal,
to writhe beneath the dirt?
Why does the world spin one way
and then claim it turns the other?
And why does this live in my head
when it's place is with another?