Why sing when a song is written
Why dance when a song is sung
Why cheer when entertained
Why does the sky ask why
Why eat when dinner is made
Why stop when full
Why sleep when done
Why does the sky ask why
Questions are beautiful
They give you the answers
But why is it never plentiful
Why is that pitiful
I never understand why
But that's why I try
Because the sky asked why
Why did the sky ask why
YOU ARE READING
Not them, but something else
RandomWho are we to be the world? We will never be nature, but human. Why can't I see you and still know who you are? This is us, we are them, and no one can stop that, so be something else. Many short poems that have no relation but they relate. Written...
