Why is it we search for the meaning of life
Knowing well never find the answer?
Why is it that we are so envious of those with money,
When they are often the poorest of us all?
Why is that we don’t follow our dreams,
And fear the idea of failure instead of embracing it?
Why do we search so hard for love,
Instead of allowing it to find us?
Why did we give up worshipping the stars,
And start glorifying Gods?
Why is it that the only time we can appreciate nature,
Is through a television screen?
Why is it so hard to accept things as they come,
But so easy to deny things as they go?
Why do we have more questions about the unknown,
Than we have acceptance for the now.
Perhaps the burning questions we seek answers to,
Are hidden for our benefit.
Perhaps when we learn to accept,
They will reveal themselves.
So then why is it we ask why,
When really we shouldn't ask at all?
And fear the idea of failure instead of embracing it?
Why do we search so hard for love,
Instead of allowing it to find us?
Why did we give up worshipping the stars,
And start glorifying Gods?
Why is it that the only time we can appreciate nature,
Is through a television screen?
Why is it so hard to accept things as they come,
But so easy to deny things as they go?
Why do we have more questions about the unknown,
Than we have acceptance for the now.
Perhaps the burning questions we seek answers to,
Are hidden for our benefit.
Perhaps when we learn to accept,
They will reveal themselves.
So then why is it we ask why,
When really we shouldn't ask at all?