Anything But Ordinary

Questions

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Tell me why,

Must good things come to an end? 

Tell me why,

Must the broken always play pretend? 

There are so many questions.

Humanity begs for answers.

Finding how to relieve tensions,

Learning to face our fears.

There are many things we'll never know.

For one, we won't alway have a place to go

The sidewalk ends,

We lose our only friends,

We forget who we are,

The sky loses all its stars.

It's hard to receive sincerity,

The world may seem suffocating,

Our minds may lose clarity,

Only the broken know the feeling.

We wonder about the little things,

The little things that pile high.

The worry begins to sting.

A heart breaks with every goodbye.

Tell me why,

Must there be a silver lining? 

Tell me why,

Must I see it through suffering?