Why ask why…..well, let’s see
We all have curiosity
Well, at least I know I do
Maybe others feel this too
But why ask why
What’s the big deal
I’d rather know what
And how, and who, and what’s real
Why do I love so easily
Why do I feel like my own mystery
To even myself, I don’t understand
I’m one of the most curious things in the land
Why so deep, so broad and so vast
Why do I always think of myself last
Why do I want to know so much more
Why don’t I know what I would die for
Why do others see me the way that they do
I’m no one special, I’m just me and you’re you
Why does there have to be expectation
So much pressure, so much isolation
Why all the judgement and so little accceptance
Too much resistance and obstruction of presence
Why so interested in the unknown
Why can’t I just leave people alone
I want to know, learn from, and see who they are
They have so much to teach me
It could take me so far
Why the desire to experience things
Why need to guard from the pain that life brings
Why do people behave in these ways
And why are things this way these days
Why won’t people just chose to be free
From labels and predefined “reality”
Why does everyone think that they know
When actually they need to learn and to grow
Why do so many chose their wrong path
If they’d follow their hearts…..well, you do the math
Why not chose your own belief
Then society can’t control you or cause any grief
Let in what you want, and keep out what you don’t
YOU prepare for whatever, cuz “reality” won’t
Why not just be yourself and be love
So that finally your life can fit like a glove
