Curse Of Why
Shadows lightning quick
all around
I think they are people
dancing on the ground
I wonder who the clown is
Me without answers or the
dancers
Why this brake in my mind?
Why do I die each time I
try to step on the merry go round?
Was I made to hang on this
cross?
Was I designed to be with
an albatross?
Why do I hate myself when
You are to blame?
Its worse as I hate the
concept of blame, throw it into the flames
My aching hand hammering
at the curse
I do step through, but see
it fall, blood on my hand, call the nurse
Mad circle of unfinished
round, jump the gap
Constant fight to find
that damn arc, complete the lap
Today or tomorrow my happy
turn will come
Curse of Why will be forever gone
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