Why?

In this world, a question, I find

Superseding all, always on my mind

Simple, complex, elusive, undefined-

One must always wonder “Why?”

 

Why do we give

When all we seem to discover

Is there’s always an “over” in “lover”

Or why bother to try

When “believe” always comes with a “lie”

Why do we throw ourselves into the wind

For “friend” always finishes with “end”

 

So why do we continue

If nothing is for certain

Taking on the burden

Finding another person

 

Perhaps, we must

If it puts the “us” in “trust”

And the “if” in “life”

Should certainly suffice

To give some reason and rhyme

To always ask why

Is love for real,

Or just a four-letter lie?

Reviews

[Emerald Seas]

If love is real, it is never a lie. IMHO... Another well crafted poem.