My Poetry

Sometimes I Wonder...

I wonder why the grass is green and the sky is blue

Isn't that what we all do?

Sometimes I wonder why the race is so long but in the end it's only with yourself.

Are we running for nothing?

I wonder if I will ever break the chains.

Chains that hold back my true emotions from emerging and dispersing.

Now and then I wonder why we dish out what we can't take in.

Is it to make ourselves feel good?

But then I wonder, how do people feel comfort from the pain and suffering of others?

I guess it's just a another unsolved mystery of this world.

One of the many that no one seems to have the answer to

Sometimes, I wonder why we do the things we do

Even though those things we do could be harmful to ourselves and others

I wonder why we can't all have peace and nirvana

I wonder why we betray our kin

I wonder why I love to write

I wonder why we die

I wonder why we live

But most of all I wonder why it is , we wonder.