Daily wonder

I sit and wonder “why don’t the walls move?”

They’d have more freedom

They’d have a course that could change

But they just sit and hold the weight

Why do the windows open wide

When they could stay closed

And keep the warm air inside?

Does the knife have to cut

Just because it is picked up?

Does a door have to open

Just because another has closed?

Do I have to think

Just because you spoke?

Please don’t make me worry

Over the thoughts your words will convoke

Will it die, just because it began?

Will it live, just out of circumstance?

I sit in the silence and wonder

I exist, do I need to question it?