Why?

Have you ever wondered why?

Why the world can be so cold?

Why you can glance up at the sky,

And at once just feel so old?

Or why the wind whispers softly,

Captivating your very soul,

Why it seems so very lofty

Telling of things only you should know?

Do you ever feel so afraid

That you can’t sleep at night?

Knowing that the next day

You’ll both love and hate the light?

Is it bitterness that draws you inward?

That keeps you so tight and closed?

Is it pain that that keeps you in there?

With secrets that no one else knows?

When the tears stream down your face,

Do you stop them or do you let them flow?

When you feel the dreary weight of age

Do you hide it or let it show?

The secrets that we hide

are never worth it, never safe

The things that we keep inside

Are better dealt with, better faced

Yet still we hold them under,

Never wanting them to be seen,

But the problem begs another,

Are you hiding them from you or me?

Again I will ask you,

Have you ever wondered why?

It’s the fear that sees us through,

And it will follow us until we die.