"Why?"

Thoughts I had at about 4 am when I let my dogs out.

I look up at the sky.
I asked someone a question.
I don't know who it was.

I asked "Why?"
Then I thought,
Why ask "Why?"

Why question my own habits.
I spend my nights looking up,
And my days looking down.
"Why?"

At night I can smile,
As I look up at this sky,
And ask myself "Why?"

I see those stars in the sky,
And everything just seems fine.
I feel like I am me.
I feel so alone,
And I am happy to be.
Do I think these stars accept me?
"Why?"

Will I ever stop asking "Why?"
Can I ever be content,
With just looking up and asking,
"Why?"

Where does the answer lie?
With me?
Or is it in the sky?
Which I admire as I ask,
"Why?"

Reviews

[MiyaAron]

Don't we all ask why? The flow was very good, in poetry every word has to count, and it really did here. Great meaning, liked the emotion.