Why is it so tough to accept and see?
The reality, which has become of me…
Why does this heart still want that string?
On which I want to dance & sing…
Why is it so tough to carry on?
With what is there around, upon…
Why do I always keep looking back?
With teary eyes the bygone track…
Why do I not find it fully right?
What lies ahead of me, in sight…
Why do I keep asking the same questions?
Not asking, yet – seeking suggestions…
Why do I not feel eager for tomorrow?
How to remove these, clouds of sorrow…
Why do I feel this strange fright?
Of what lies ahead, and what might…
Why do I see this looming gloom?
Where is the light, how to resume…
Why do I cry, even though I smile?
With every step, I want to rest a while…
Why do I not, finally let go?
And allow myself to flow with the flow…
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