Why lose yourself amid the sorrows,
Then find yourself in endless maze?
Why live in search of new tomorrows,
Then grieve of could-be yesterdays?

Why measure life in painful failures,
Then turn to find that you were wrong?
Why always climb across the barriers,
Then see the road's free all way long?

Why fill your heart with dust and ashes?
Why fill your breath with hopeless sighs?
Why break your bones in needless crashes?
Why kill yourself with constant whys?

18.05.07 Michael Star Feive
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