Questions I ask

I look into the clear sky, and start to question
Why am I like this, what’s the true lesson
Why put all this knowledge in me, and let it rot
And put all this misery in me like a cooking pot
Why was I chosen to write every single rhyme
To insert every blade, to commit every crime
What’s the purpose to show me every single pain
What is the purpose of making me go insane
To see the blessing of the light, and truth from the dark
Why am I here, and why should I every leave my mark
Why bother, we live, we breathe and then we die
What’s the purpose of it all, I just want to know why

Why was I chosen to learn nothing but the truth
Targeted by all, like I’m sitting on a dunking booth
Tossed away by everyone, never know love again
Why was I chosen, why can’t I ever win

But I still walk with hope and love in my heart
Don’t care how its gonna end but how I’m gonna start
Trying to make sense of all the lies and find what’s true
What’s fact and what’s lie is really hard to get through
I still ask why I was chosen till this very day
Don’t care of you think of me or what you have to say
I’m the freak show, like I’m found at the carnival
Just trying to teach that the world can be wonderful
Trying to make it through life, that I put my wisdom on
Life something you shouldn’t waste, don’t be a pawn
I ask these questions to try to f**k’n understand
Why was I put on this earth, what was His plan

Why was I chosen to learn nothing but the truth
Targeted by all, like I’m sitting on a dunking booth
Tossed away by everyone, never know love again
Why was I chosen, why can’t I ever win

The Midwest Arsonist