Why?

No one can do a damn thing anymore

 

Seems like they only waste life by imagining what it’s like on the other side of the sky

 

Necks cracked permanently, as they drool gazing at an ever-changing ceiling

 

Lights designed to make us question why?

Well Why?

 

Why look if we’ll have eternity when we die?

 

Why waste time asking why?

 

There’s a middle ground.

 

There are eyes, there are souls and tries and risks to take

 

While we sit, stare up and wait

 

Wait to play amongst the Gods and have all we ever wanted, but why?

 

Snap back into place, look at someone’s damn face and don’t ask why.

 

Ask how…are you doing?

 

Hope you’re not screwing around looking at the sky

 

When your dreams are being wasted as what’s in front of you goes by.