A Day in the Life of the Human Race (Poetry Volume I)

Why?

I wished to be embraced by a wave of emotion.

I wish to be calmed and comforted in its grasp,

I wish to understand.

Here we go again.

I've been down this road a million times before and nothing ever seems to change.

Why must it always stay the same?

Where have the years gone?

Perhaps we have chased them all away the day we were playing hide and seek.

Perhaps they are still waiting to be found.

Maybe these forces are meant to grow apart.

But then why must it always cause an unbearable sense of pain?

I believe that we used to look forward to things like heartbreak and betrayal because it meant that we were alive.

Why can't we still have that same type of view?

Why must we always see the bad sides of people first and why are we always so quick to judge those sides as bad?

I guess the real question I am trying to ask is,

Why are things the way they are?

And why is it that I want them to change?