Why
By: Joe Attanasio
2005
Why and How are questions, as we all can see.
How has an explanation, even if unknown.
Why is just a question and a mystery
Perhaps for God(s) alone.
Some say why is governed by luck
Some simply dismiss it by adding ‘Not’
People with faith direct the question up.
Some say it with a sigh, expecting naught!
Sometime we don’t know why we do what we do
Sometimes we act on reason
Sometimes we say we just ‘had to”
Sometimes our actions are treason
Why do ‘things’ happen?
In nature it seems there’s a plan.
Why do ‘things’ happen?
In drama we don’t understand.
Why me, or why not, you might ask
I don’t deserve it, or I surely do.
Is it really just chance?
There is no one to ask, no course to pursue.
Why do things always go wrong?
You might ask Murphy, he wrote the book.
Do we find strength, or have it all along?
We know it’s in us…. Just look!
Why ask why, is it something to ponder?
Why am I here, why do I care.
Once you get started your mind tends to wander
Often we find no reason why, is it fair?
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