Why don't you tell me

Why don't you tell me - by Redz

             The sun does not know that it is in love with the moon, the grass that paints over the earth in love with the flowers that feed the bees, yet the bees love the flowers for that very reason. Do you know why, dear reader?

            Because I said so, because you said so. Because the world said so, we make such a wonderful painting when we wonder, but if we wonder too far we will cover the whole art studio in black and gray. 

            Yet nothing is wrong with black and gray, but you most likely thought so because the world thinks as such.... Why do you not think for yourself, dear reader? Tell me why....

Us humans turn nothing into everything, for no known reason, maybe we get bored and make a bomb, or get lazy and make a couch to be lazy forever on, but WE are lazy.

Now you might think this is all random but I assure you it never was, or it might be. Why don't you tell me, IS THIS RANDOM? 

 Now if you ask me nothing is random, but the human soul is nothing and everything so maybe it's random, or maybe its all the same, but what is the same as another? Nothing is. Obviously. At the same time it could be random. Why don't you tell me?

Oh? You can't tell me? I wonder why? Maybe its because you are confused, dear reader. Are you confused? Well I am too, so don't feel bad, as we all slip into shame and confusion everyday, now let me ask you yet another thing.... Are you confused, do you feel shame? Why don't you tell me?