Why do I push when my dream is to keep?
Why cant I cure this insatialble sleep?
Why cant I accept change and enjoy its suprise?
Why keep searching for where the answer lies?
Why must my poems be formulaic in verse?
Why must I be a sickly man child, whos feels at his worst?
Why in my darkest moments, do I find blessed relief?
From hurting my surroundings with a faltering belief.
Why dont pills make the world make sense?
Its confusing and scary and never willing to relent.
Why must I love so?
When the pain is just too much?
Why is it that the cure to all my darkest woes, can only be found in your touch?
2/3/2008
2/3/2008
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