A poem about how we are asking why life is the way it is when truly we need to ask ourselves, when we need to realize that life is the way we make it, how life is really just us!
Life has been harsh, yes Life has been harsh,
but why,
why ask why,
why ask how?
I am never going to receive an answer,
I am never going to know.
Yet I wonder,
knowing that Life will not answer,
that Life cannot explain itself,
Life will never change.
Life’s harshness will always be the same,
will always be hard,
will always have obstacles.
It is I who can only answer the question,
Why?
It is I who will only understand the question,
Why?
For I am Life,
for I chose this path,
I made it the way it is,
I asked myself the question,
Why?
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