Why?

The passerby battered from the blatant battle,

The search for the script of this unwritten play,

In the cages of breaths the heart which shall rattle,

nothing new in this same old day.

The same old walls now feeling unfamiliar,

Softness of the cushions stealing away all sleep,

The vision in the mirror blind and unclear,

The same old stairs feeing too steep.

The uncontrollable unwanted and the deaf dancing unaware,

Oh look at the beauty of the clouds, if only to fly I had wings,

The heavy and hateful darkness fails to give me a scare,

The beauty disappeared from all shiny things.

Why does this happen? Why am I here? Why this and why that,

If only the answers did not echo back in a form riddled,

just here knowing nothing, what is the difference between man and a rat?

Dread of the destiny he earned out of which he was diddled.

Does a mere man deserve to question fate,

is there a writer or is it a construct for hope,

why is it all too early or too late,

why all naive mortals are nothing but want to be too great?

Rage, sorrow, violence all start with a 'why' gone unanswered,

The drive of man to have all the answers a fool's errand,

the art of asking for disappointment the only one we mastered,

none can save this self destroying race, no priest and no reverend...