WHY??


Why do my dreams always seam to be reality?
Why dose reality never feel like a dream?



Why do I always yearn for things I could never have?
Why am I not thankful for the much that I have?

Why do I feel so perfect when I know I have yet much to achieve?
Why do I feel so stooped when I know I'm doing the best I can?

Why is this world so confusing?
Why is there no justice?
Why must we fear?

Why can't I figure out who I am?
Why do I feel so safe and at times so scared?

My stomach is rumbling but not from hunger…
My heart is pounding but not from fear…

Where is there a safe place to store my dreams?
Somewhere they will some day come to life?!